Pie. Potato. These are the two words that have been some of our silly obsessions that were in existence during the three years I have been here. The best teachers that have taught me some important things are Mr. Nord, Mrs. L. (A.K.A.)Cruel and Heartless, Mrs. Mehta, my main teachers, Mr. K., Mrs. Hunter, Coco, Mrs. Johns, Ms. Haahr, Sally, Sarah, and Madam.
I thank Mr. K. for the interesting games he taught us, Mrs. Hunter for teaching us to use Microsoft Excel, Coco for showing us how to play Oye-como-va, Mrs. Johns, Ms. Haahr, and Sally for getting us ready for the Renaissance fair, Sarah for being an awesome sub, and Madam for teaching us art and how to speak French.
I learned these things in fourth, fifth and sixth because I came for fourth grade instead of starting at first grade or stepping stones.
Something from fourth grade that I remember is the dreaded history project that Cruel and Heartless gave us. It was a painstakingly long project, and in this project we had to write a report on something from history and make a model of it. I was one of the many people that finished the second to last day of school, and it was a horrible looking piece of work. I looked enviously at David, a 2005 graduate. During this horrible project I realized this was only fourth grade. Not sixth. A scary thought.
In fifth grade we had a good year. Towards the end, Mrs. Mehta handed out the sheets for the "Get a Life" project. In this project we had to partner up and rent or buy a car, rent or own an apartment, townhouse or a normal house in the suburbs anywhere in the U.S.A. You also need a job that you can have just after college. All we really did was look for the info and pretend that we owned the stuff that we could afford with the money from our fake jobs. We learned to write checks out which was an interesting aspect. It was really fun to have a fake life.
One of the best parts of our sixth year was when we had the Renaissance fair. It was a ton of fun acting and doing all of the other things we did there, like manning the tables that had our reading stuff on it.
But two of the best parts of school every year were when we went to camp Onas and when we spent the afternoon on Fridays at the YMCA. We had lots of fun in the pool, on the courts, and in the woods, mess hall, and field. Camp Onas was especially fun because we didn't have to go in to school. Instead, we slept at Onas for a couple nights playing poker until about 11:00 -11:30. And we spent a couple of days out in the woods and we used to record when our first yawns were.
One thing about the school that is awesome is the fact that our homework took only a whole half an hour, but our school work made up for that because we had a fair amount of projects and papers.
Sometimes we got into trouble for sometimes goofing off, but we were good enough that we actually learned the necessary things and even more, like what the math term pi means and what Galileo was famous for.
In my other school they didn't give enough attention if you needed help like they do here at this school. And they didn't ever give you the tiniest break if you need one. But here, they'll give you one if you really need it. Another nice thing about this school is that we have two teachers per classroom and also that three different grades are combined to make a classroom and that way you have older friends and younger friends to have fun with.
But anyway, my years here have been the best, and I am sad that I have to say goodbye. But before I say goodbye, I want to thank all my friends, Andrew, Danny, Jordan, Mike, Nick and his friends Bob the glue-stick and cheese face the calculator, Jackson, William, Bianca, Jaslyn, and Reeta.
I would also like to give a painfully long memorial speech for the wax of our time. We had lots of fun. The end. See-ya
G. D.
Greg will attend The Shipley School