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When I was in the 3rd and 4th grade, we lived in a small town in central Arkansas, which just happens to be the same town where Juicedmullet lives.

The elementary school there was different from any other public school I've attended, architecturally. I'm guessing it was built in the late 1950s or early 1960s, I was there in '64-'66 and it was at least a few years old already then. The strange thing about it was that each classroom had its own door to the outside, and that's how all the kids came and went, rather than through a main entrance and down a large hallway. There was an interior hallway that connected the classrooms, but it was narrow and used mostly by staff, it would not have been adequate for moving large numbers of students.

The other odd thing was that, instead of multi-stall public restrooms down the hall, each classroom had its own separate one-stall Boys room and Girls room. There was always the stink of restroom lingering in each classroom, especially in the back of the room. I couldn't sit back there without gagging.

I was very happy when we moved from that town, because the school was gross.
 
the day in the life of arkansas youth, how touching. seriously though my ele had school had a door and bathroom per classroom, though we used halls to go from class to class. the building you describe is how I imagine schools in cali to be set up.
 
Gambino said:
the day in the life of arkansas youth, how touching. seriously though my ele had school had a door and bathroom per classroom, though we used halls to go from class to class. the building you describe is how I imagine schools in cali to be set up.

When I was in elementary school we didn't "go from class to class", we sat in the same room with one teacher all day, apart from lunch and recess. It was like that from grades 1-6, it wasn't until grade 7 that we had to change classes every hour. But then we just had elementary school (1-6), junior high (7-9), and high school (10-12). Now I guess they've broken it up into elementary (1-5), middle school (6-7), junior high (8-9) and high school (10-12). I never saw the point for that change, except to give the admin different ways to scramble the same sets of students for purposes of desegregation.

Apart from those two years in Hick Town, all the public schools I attended had interior hallways for all ingress-egress needs, and none had stinky bathrooms in the classroom.
 
Gambino said:
db do you remember segregation?? what was that like?

Yes I do. The beginnings of court-ordered desegregation happened when I was in the 10th grade. Before that everyone just went to neighborhood schools. So for the first nine years of my education the classes were pretty much all white kids. There was some initial tension when they started bussing in the black kids, but most of us got along okay.

What WAS awkward was the segregation in public facilities when I was little. I can remember when there were separate restrooms and even water fountains in some places, and separate public swimming pools. Worse than that, though, was that in general blacks weren't welcome in the stores and restaurants in the white parts of town.

There was no racial prejudice in my household, my mom's family had a history of abhorrance toward racism. So I never learned any of that hatred at home. Peer influence from friends and classmates was another story, but even that was more a matter of giggling about customs and behavior that we didn't understand than outright hatred.

I also remember prayer in schools. For the first six years, our teachers led the class in prayer at least twice a day; once first thing in the morning, and again when we returned from lunch. We lived in three different towns during that time, so that wasn't just the custom of one isolated school system either, it's just how things were done then.
 
When I was in the fifth grade, a black kid named Marvin Washington humped me in the restroom. I had no idea what he was doing.
 
yeah, I can remember praying in school as well...interesting about the segregation db, esp that a product of that can be so seemingly non-racist (yourself)
 
Mr. dB said:
What WAS awkward was the segregation in public facilities when I was little. I can remember when there were separate restrooms and even water fountains in some places, and separate public swimming pools. Worse than that, though, was that in general blacks weren't welcome in the stores and restaurants in the white parts of town.
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Living today, I have no fucking idea how people could treat each other like that. I hear the explanatins, the societal stuff, & history, etc, but I cannot fathom it. I don't remember seeing a black kid 'til grade 7, although I'm told my brother had a black friend that would visit before I started school. & then I don't think I even talked to a black person 'til grade 10. Not many around in the small towns where I grew up.
In some ways I can't wait to see the day (& I never will) when the human race is so amalgamated that we are all the same shade. Unfortunately we would lose a lot of our identities this way. You know what I mean though. It would be better if we could all just accept each other.
 
when i was in grammar school we had grades K-8 in the same school. We had the same teacher all day long and all year long until we moved up in class. Alot of schools were like that in our county were like that but one....they had their own kindergarten building and then they went from 1-5 then 6-8 and then the area schools went to the same highschool
the grammar school i went to is still like that grade k-8
 
The best thing about the 3rd grade was when we got to watch a tornado blast through town that spring. From our vantage point, we saw it take out a chair factory, a school bus factory, and a bunch of gasoline storage tanks before it dissipated.
 
Between the ages of 6-12 I went to a very strange little private school. Very strict but also very fun...the school owned an outdoor centre that we all went to twice a year which really stands out in my memory. I became a prefect during the last year which I also remember as being strange because I was given relative control of the younger students and had the power to discriminate and discipline at the age of 12. It was such a small school that it felt almost like a big family rather than a school.
 
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