Kindergarten - Didn't suck (I had a nice teacher named Lola. She lived in our neighborhood and also taught knitting.)
1st grade - Sucked. (I got in trouble for standing up and announcing to the mean nun in Catholic school that I was not afraid of her no matter how loud she screamed.)
2nd grade - Didn't suck. I loooooveed my teacher. Ms. Ronneman.
3rd grade - Didn't suck. Sister Rose was the sweetest nun I have ever met. And she always said, "Look before you leap, Shawn. Look before you leap." I'm still getting the same advice these days so I guess I haven't changed much. ;)
4th grade - Sucked. I moved to public school from Catholic school. They sent the wrong records over and for two months the teacher thought I was a boy, which I was not aware of until she freaked out when I had my new Minnie Mouse earrings in. I loved those damn earrings...until then. With a name like Shawn and a Dorothy Hamill haircut, I obviously could be mistaken for a boy for TWO WHOLE MONTHS. It's pretty depressing all over again just thinking about it now.
5th grade - Sucked/Didn't Suck. They found out I wasn't a boy, for sure. I got boobs overnight...way before anyone else. One day on the playground, a girl screamed, "We can see right through that shirt you're wearing. You need a bra!" That was lovely. But I was embarrassed enough to go home and make my mother buy me a bra. Then we moved across town to Orange Grove, and I was instantly popular at this new school. I've always chalked it up to the name change...My Life As Marie.
6th grade - I honestly can't remember, so I'm guessing it didn't suck.
7th grade - Didn't Suck
8th grade - Didn't Suck
9th grade - Didn't suck. Moved again...to Biloxi. Fernwood Junior High. Instantly popular again. (I obviously do better at places that people don't know me.) ;)
10th grade - Didn't suck. Moved back to Gulfport.
11th grade - Didn't suck.
12th grade - Didn't suck. Graduated from Gulfport High, 1987.
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