If you went to PCS Elementary in the 2000s, you’re about to get nostalgic. Never forget Moesha.
Mrs. Prine was the bride and Mrs. Pittman was the groom. It was a wedding to remember.
Let’s be honest, this was the coolest part of 1st grade. The bears took over the school overnight. Some were drawing on the board, some were sitting behind the teacher’s desk, and some were changing everyone’s tickets to red (except their human’s, of course).
The best day of 2nd grade, obviously. We got to make candles, dolls, and soap, and push hula hoops with a stick—we were surprisingly entertained.
It was an unspoken rule. When you heard the whistle blow, you paused what you were doing and resumed when the whistle was blown again.
The map was also where you sat and waited to be called to Square 1 or Square 2 for your parents to pick you up.
TBH I always tried to be absent on this day.
Registration day was when you got to show off the cute clothes you got that summer and see who was in your class that year, and Fall Festival your chance to pie teachers in the face.
We all wanted that coveted prize of the original iPod shuffle. We waited all day for those Boosterthon guys to bust into class and hand out those prizes!
No one could forget Mrs. Gundy. We spent an hour of each week playing recorders, watching Veggie Tales, and preparing for that year’s music program (S-Files, anyone?).
Chick Fil A, Subway, Heavenly Ham, and whatever that Mexican food was (I’m craving some of those sweet chips we always had for dessert).
On the plus side, when they made them into movies, we took field trips to watch them!
Moesha climbed into the freezer and froze to death. 🙁 We did get a replacement hamster, and voted to name him Scooter.
If you were unathletic like me, this was one of the few things to do.
My mom literally made a business out of selling cool bugs to other parents. And no, spiders did not count as bugs.
Not at all. Not even a little.
Every student at JMU is unique. With such a diverse student population, it's hard to characterize what it means to…
As a girl who's lived almost all her life in Costa Rica, an underdeveloped country, I haven't had many opportunities…
Growing up in Los Angeles is an experience of its own; so is growing up in an Iranian family. Put…
Moving to a new state or even city can be daunting for anyone. There are many reasons to be fearful or…
Us current Gauchos have a lot to live up to. Being a UC Santa Barbara alum is already honorable enough,…
If you’re ever sitting at home with your S.O. wondering how to get out of your date-night rut, or if…