My Earliest School Memory

When PBB posted this as our topic for today, I thought to myself, what in the world can I write about...then it hit me, and this one has to be rather two fold...a couple of different memories of school. First off, I am an only child...so I didn't have the brother and sister thing going on (which makes it difficult for me to understand mine sometimes). And in the neighborhood I grew up with there were mostly boys. So, when I was three my mom put me in a nursery school so that I would have some little girls to play with. This was maybe 2 or 3 days a week for a few hours a day. Ok, I really didn't like it and remember crying when my mom or dad would drop me off. Well eventually I guess they took me out and I didn't go anymore. I will tell you why I didn't like it, I got spanked there (I don't think I told my right way). Well, the reason I got spanked was because I flushed the toilet! I remember that we all lined up to use the bathroom, I think after we had playtime outside, I am not even sure if the door was closed between children. So we all lined up to use the bathroom and after every child was "done" after we were ALL done, then...they flushed the toilet...ONCE!! Can you believe that, I was only there for a few months and finally threw such a fit that my parents didn't make me go anymore. The lady there told my mom that she would have problems with me in kindergarten, which she didn't (except for the next story that I will tell you). I always loved to go to sunday school or anywhere else that they took me that had childcare while they were doing their thing so it was definitely this place. Shortly after I quit there it closed. Wonder if someone investigated them or what, the bldg is still around but it is a old dilapidated bldg. now. Ok...so my next memory would be in kindergarten, funny this also involves the bathroom (seems that would be my problem for a few years). My teacher, Mrs. Monticelli, was an older lady that DID NOT belong teaching anymore, especially to a group of little kids. One day, I guess I had an "accident" and went to the bathroom to try and clean myself off. Well, I used too much toilet paper and flooded the toilet. I didn't tell anyone, I was embarrased about it. (side note, remember the toilet paper they used, little tiny sheets that were smaller than a kleenex?) Anyway, somehow she found out and I had to stay after school, I got in trouble yet again for something to do with the toilet. Maybe at this point I just quit using them at school altogether, it would seem that they were bad luck to me. My Mom was not happy with her about that (why she didn't contact the school admin I have no idea, I would have been down their throats). Thankfully my neighbor who was a few years older than me had stopped to walk home with me and got me. Well, the next year someone got her back for me (well not on purpose but it just seems funny). The teacher tripped over her chair, fell and broke her arm. I know that isn't funny really but the fact that we have remained friends for years and years (about 35) was just funny. Like she was getting her back for being so mean to me. She retired after that (thankfully). Well...those are my earliest memories of school, all revolved around a toilet!