kkriner72

Before I came to B.C.A. I went to Mercersburg Elementary School. I had a lot of fun. I had some fun teachers, and some strict teachers, but they were all really nice people. A lot of things happened there, Like when half of the class had to go to the hall, or when I would poke my teacher. I had a lot of fun there. It was a very strange day. I was in third grade sitting next to my friend, Lauren. Everyone started to talk in the middle of the lesson. Miss Huber, who was a strict teacher, was losing her patience. Lauren was talking to me, when Miss Huber started to list some names for the people to go into the hallway. Shawn was the first name. He was a troublemaker in our class. Then Lauren, Alecia, and Kimberlynn were called to go to the hallway. Then more people has to go to the hallway. By the time she was done, there were only like ten people in the room. A class of twenty- eight people was now only a class of ten. Miss Huber started to teach again, and made the people in the hallway do the work for homework. When they came back in, everyone was quiet. Miss Huber had gotten her point across. Something else also happened in her class. Miss Huber had used to be a forth and fifth grade teacher,so she decided to teach us what forth and fifth graders learned. The only problem is that not very many people got it very quickly, or they didn't want to understand what she was trying to teach us. Some people understood right away, so they did really well. She had already taught us how to multiply, divide, round, write in cursive, figure out nouns, verbs, and now something else. Some of us seemed overwhelmed with all of the extra work that she was piling on us. I'm now glad that she taught us more then we had to know that year, but back then, it seemed even more difficut. I eventually got it, and did very well. The year before (second grade) I did a lot too. Mrs. Wilt was my teacher then, and I liked to poke her. Whenever we would start to read a book, I would sneak- up behind her desk and poke her. I could poke really hard. She always poked me back. I don't know how the whole poking thing got started, but I kept it up. I started it up again with Mrs. Hirsh. Well, anyway, we used to have to diagram sentences in her class. I hate that because I could only tell if something was a noun. I didn't get what an adverb, pronoun, or verb was. I don't known how well I did, but I sure didn't understand what she was talking about when she tried to explain it. That is almost everything that can remember from second grade. That was what happened at Mercersburg Elementary School. I really liked it there because it was a lot of fun. I had also gone there for kindergarten and first grade, but I can't really remeber what happened in those two years. That is what happened at Mersersburg Elementary. media type="custom" key="6940381" width="128" height="128"