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Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Tales of a Fourth Grade Introvert

Ronald Reagan became the 40th president of the United States, the cost of gas surpassed a dollar a gallon for the first time in history, Blondie was topping the Billboard Chart with her hit song, Call Me, Jordache jeans were all the rage, Dolly Parton made her big screen debut in 9 to 5, and I? 

I was in the fourth grade.    

When I read over Mama Kat's writing prompts for this week I kept going back to the one asking me to share a story from the fourth grade because Dracen and I have just recently begun reading Judy Blume's 1970s book, Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing, on the Kindle. I always loved Judy Blume books when I was growing up and they are proving to be just as entertaining today as they were way back then.  

But when I try to recall my elementary and middle school years, I often have a hard time remembering details and what happened when.  It's mostly just all stuffed in one big file of my memory bank labeled, Childhood, which is pretty much the way I have things "organized" (and I use that term very loosely) around the house.  

So I broke out my fourth grade yearbook and remembered that my bff and I took gymnastics that year when I came across this photo...
It seems that may have also been the same year we took baton lessons if my memory serves me correctly. I don't know why I quit because my biggest dream back them, aside from one day becoming a Solid Gold Dancer, was to be a majorette when I got to high school because the high school I would be attending always had a small team of majorettes. I think I really just wanted to wear one of those sequin leotards.  I did pick up the lessons again later on, only to get the news my 9th grade year that we were moving to North Carolina that summer where I had to settle for twirling a flag, sans sequin leotard, because they didn't have majorettes.  Oh, the disappointment!  

But back to my attempts at conjuring up memories of the fourth grade. Fourth grade...fourth grade... What happened in the fourth grade?  And then it hit me...Yes, that happened in the fourth grade.

I know I've briefly told this story on this blog before but it's been quite a while back and I doubt most of you have heard it so here goes...

I've always been an introverted person and I went many, many days during my elementary school years without ever saying a word to anyone all day long.  Public school was definitely not my favorite place to be but that year I really liked my teacher which did make a difference.  But I still didn't speak aloud unless my very life had been threatened or I was asked a direct question from the teacher.  

We had those big, gaudy, metal and wood desks that our books went underneath and that the teachers always liked to line up in rows for reasons I never understood because you couldn't see jack she was writing on that blackboard if you were in the back or behind some tall kid, which I often was then since I was in the middle of a three year drought in the growth spurt department.
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That year I was probably about half to three quarters back on my row and on this particular day, the teacher was up there doing her thing with the chalk and teaching away when I bent over to get something I needed out of my desk.  Well, I guess I bent over a little too far because the next thing I knew I was flipped completely over, desk and all.  

But did I yell out for help or cry or even attempt to make a white flag out of a sheet of notebook paper and wave it around?  


Not me.

I just stayed there on the floor trapped by my big ol' desk as my face turned fifty shades of red and not making even the tiniest sound until a student near me spoke up and got the teacher's attention.  

And what she said when she turned to see me in my unfortunate predicament, I don't think I will ever forget...

She said, "Diane, you are the only student I know who could flip over in her desk without making a sound!" 

Yep, that was me...the stealthiest fourth grader to ever grace a row desk.  


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  1. I love this post and relate to this post. Oh, not the part about falling out of my desk, just the part about being quiet...always the
    wheel that never squeeked...STILL AM!

  2. Oh goodness! I wrote on this topic too, but I can safely say we were very different fourth graders! I love your sweet pictures.

  3. Haha! I can totally picture you just laying there on the floor like nothing happened!
    I needed this chuckle today.

  4. At least your classmates called for help instead of laughing, though, right? (this glass half full moment has been brought to you by...) ;)

  5. I can remember keeping silent and not making a sound. Don't know what I would have done in this situation though.

  6. What the HECK? I can't believe you just stayed there and didn't do anything or make a sound. Hilarious!

  7. That was hysterical. And certainly memorable. We have one of those old desks and my children love to sit in it watching the TV on nights I let them eat dinner in front of it.

  8. Hahahaha! How could you forget that moment and log it into "childhood". That would be an unforgettable one for me. Well we can say, you didn't forget it, just pushed it back in the memory bank. :)
    Thanks for sharing!

  9. LOL that is so my daughter. She is the same way. She never talks much. She has gotten a little better about talking this year.

  10. Oh! That had to be horrifying for 4th grade you!

  11. Oh my! I feel bad for laughing but I did. I have a son like you... he is introverted and has also mastered the silent knocking over of things.

    Great post!

    Stopped by from Mama Kat's. :-)

  12. I can't believe it didn't make a loud crash. You are amazing!

  13. I hated those desks. But I am of the mind they need to line them up at school nowadays and nail them to the floor instead of sitting 4 kids face to face and daring them to talk.

    Congrats of the silent fail. I made a racket with every move I made.

  14. Oh My WORD! No one has ever accused me of being quiet... when I was in fourth grade, we used to have swearing contests in the back of the classroom :-)

  15. I can't imagine not screaming when that happened! I flipped over a desk, but it was when I was a freshmen and I about died of embarrassment!

  16. Lol! To be a Solid Gold Dancer is a lofty goal indeed! I am glad that you weren't hurt...

  17. What a memory! Such a self-composed child you must have been. Bless your little heart. :-) Sweet story, and darling little 4th grade pic!

  18. LOL! I just can't help laughing. What a sight that must have been for your teacher. Not a sound nor a beep. Hilarious.

  19. That story is adorable. My heart went out to your 4th grade self :( So sweet..