So, this album reminded me that we used to live a couple blocks from Lynwood, and I started looking around on Google Maps. Aw, one of my elementary schools. I don’t know what’s up with the grass, I only remember blacktop. My teachers: Mrs. Cook, Mrs. Penniman, and Mrs. Lurvy. It seems to me that Mrs. Penniman was 6′ tall and she seemed scary at first, and it wasn’t real fun explaining why I had chewed through my pencil in the middle of a spelling test, but then Mrs. Lurvy who was 5′ and had a cane was even scarier, at first. Good times.
Since we’re on the topic, Juniper Elementary, where I started and finished my elementary career. Teachers: Mrs. Barr and Mr. Birkhouser. They had the coolest swinging rings there. And Matt was the kid in my kindergarten that ate the paste. I admit the minty smell was tempting. And the lefty sissors, they never worked. Then there was a kid named Jason, if I remember right, in Mr. Birkhouser’s class that played catch with me every recess. Yes, my one friend that year.
I don’t remember Reseda much. I don’t even know if I went to Reseda Elementary, but I do remember having to do the math book with the juggling clown on the front again, so math was cake that year. I also sold homework help for school supplies there. I don’t even remember my teacher’s names. It’ll come to me.
UPDATE: Mrs. Palmer.
Okay, this is probably interesting only to me, so enough of that.
Not So Fast 
Make sure you add it on Wikimapia! heh
So why do they make paste smell minty if they don’t want you to eat it. And just to clarify… I never ate paste.
Really? I thought all Matts ate paste.
At the time we were all horrified that he ate it. I’m far more likely to try it now than I was then.
That is an urban legent that was disproven on Discovern Channel’s Mythbusters.
Well played, sir.
Ahhh…the good old days. I wonder if any of my teachers – especially Mrs. Delmelmier who loved me and asked if she could adopt me – knew they would be reminisced about in Darfur.
She was just being polite.
You’re a mean person. All my teachers loved me. In fact, I was given the good citizen award at Tweedy. Of course, I was in first grade but I think they recognized greatness when they saw it. Of course, I do remember purposefully manipulating the whole process by making sure the teachers saw me walking on the blacktop when all the other kids were running.
Yeah, I’m the mean one.
I find it so hard to believe that you would manipulate the system. I’m shocked.