... finally, I start school
At this point, I am six years old and going to school in the Warren Street School in Melrose Highlands. I started the first day after Labor Day. The Warren Street School was an old wooden school. I didn't think it was so old but that is what everyone called it. Four grades were in the building and Miss Clark was my first grade teacher. The classrooms were large with huge windows. Huge black boards, high ceilings and I thought it was lovely.
Miss Willard was our art teacher. She was a little person and I mean little. She had a yellow convertible and she drove around in it and we all loved her. She came twice a week to teach us and we looked forward to her coming.
Now when Miss Clark had a rest period it was a rough house. There were two teams and we played tag in between the desks, but wait till I tell you.
It was done with a blackboard eraser on your head and trying to tag another person who was running around ducking the one chasing him. You were out if you touched the eraser on your head. Sounds crazy doesn't it? It was. No one won but we tried once a week.
October 3, 2003