31 Days, 31 Memories - Day 9

[bironic]

Hey, it's (almost) Monday! Time to yawn off the weekend sloth and join in the memoryfest. Yes, you.

9. Elementary School

In the first grade I was one of three students in the advanced reading group, Skylights. (The other two were A. and A., both notable among our classmates for being the first to wear glasses, A. doubly so for also breaking his leg and coming in with a plaster cast.) One morning we were sitting in the back of the room having our lesson. I finished reading the assigned section first, so I read one of the paragraphs a second time, glanced up, saw that the others were still reading, and skimmed it again, and again. When I next looked up, the other two and the teacher were watching me. "Are you finished?" one of them asked. They'd been waiting for me.

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[bironic.livejournal.com]

Honestly, I wasn't writing to evoke any specific emotional reaction; I was just setting down the memory. (Unlike yours, which is gorgeous, and which I've commented on in your journal.) It is a bit funny looking back, though it was more embarrassing and seemingly unjust at the time (and not worth explaining the situation to them either).

Yes, one A. was a girl I became friends with and the other A. was a boy who moved away before the end of elementary school. I realized it might be confusing when I shortened their names for privacy, but I didn't want to change their initials, and A1 and A2 wouldn't've worked either.