Journaling: Pg. 1 In first and second grade I had 2 teachers. The one teacher in First grade didn’t like me because I was always trying to answer the questions, but I passed on condition. In third grade, I had Mrs. Ball. I didn’t know it till Dad told me when he came to live with me, but I was related to her. Bessie was worried about me, but Mrs. Ball said not to and that I would be fine. She found lots of things for me to do and keep me busy. She had a ditto printer, sometimes it was called a gel printer and I would help Mrs. Ball run that. Then in fourth gradeI would draw outlines of the different countries. I got so good at it, I could draw just about any country there was without looking at it, of course. Mrs. Ball wanted me to learn the Chinese language, so I studied the charictures and did a report at the end of the year on that. For fifth grade I had Mrs. Burgess, she had lots of field trips. My sixth grade teacher left, something happened and we had a substitute for the rest of the year. I became good friends with her son. We got to the point where one would say something and the other would answer in a retorical and it would usually be some thing funny. The substitute was a musician and she did lots of music with us and lots of performances and programs. pg 2. In seventh grade I learned how to make snowflakes. There’s a certain way to fold paper to get a six pointed snowflake. I used to cut deer and things in mine. I can still make them today, have you ever seen my snowflakes? In eighth grade we were given three choices for an instrument: sweet potato, recorder and I think the other may have been a harmonica, but not sure. Before we could graduate we had to learn one song and I learned Yankee Doodle Dandy on the sweet potato. I was absent the day they doled out the instruments so I learned the sweet potato. One time in eighth grade the principal left the room and the kids got into an eraswer fight. We had just switched from the old fashioned desks to the ones with a flip up desktops, that the kids used for protection. The principal walked in and caught an eraser right on the nose. I wasn’t involved, but we all got whippings that day whether we were involved or not. I think that was the only day I ever got a whopping at school. I graduated eighth grade and then moved up to ninth grade at the high school. Its the same high school that is there now. Fossil grade school was only first through eighth. They didn’t have kindergarden back in those days like they do now. ~Dale Myers (Transcribed by Jan Myers during a phone interview Oct. 2009) Credits: Old School Collaboration Kit by Mulitiple Designers & The Diary Mini Kit by DigiZines by Teri both available at Heritage Scrap. http://www.heritagescrap.com/shop/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=49_126&products_id=361&zenid=fc6e94a3ed50a81f867adb9a1255de39 http://www.heritagescrap.com/shop/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=110_116&products_id=731&zenid=fc6e94a3ed50a81f867adb9a1255de39