Ah... third grade! I had Mrs. Pyle. She gave out sticks... popsicle sticks.
You started the 9 weeks with 10. If you got into trouble, she'd say "Give me a stick". If you had all 10 sticks at the end of the 9 weeks, you got to participate in a party celebrating with a select few & their ability not to get caught acting up... 'cause you know they did. The rest got to stay at their desks, do school work and watch others having fun... flaunting their behavioral achievements like a bratty little sister. These were once our friends, now we get nauseous just looking at 'em.
Confession time. Once, it was party time and Mrs. Pyle laid out all the sticks that she had collected over the past 63 days. Remember, if she had just one of your sticks over on the table, no soup for you! I had one over there. Just ONE!! I was one stick away from coke & candy.
So, as smooth as an eight year old could be, I made my way over to the table... probably making a fake trip to the pencil sharpener so I'd have an excuse to get up out of my seat. On my way back I snatched it. I stole my stick back while the teacher wasn't looking. I enjoyed the party that afternoon - ridden with guilt yet snubbing my nose at my fellow classmates who weren't so crafty.
This is Mrs. Well's class. Front to Back, L to R: Rickey Crocker and Lance Solloway, David Lunsford, Melissa Williams and Leslie Cody (?). Back row is Travis Miller, Robin Willis and Belinda Reynolds.
More 3rd grade classes tomorrow.