Student Records
Looking back on my elementary and middle school years, I actually feel like I haven’t changed at all. The comments that all my teachers wrote sound like they’re describing me now.
“Allison has been a mature, responsible, independent worker and has been a pleasure to teach.” - Mrs. Jeffery
^ From 1st grade. LMAO. Mrs. Jeffery was one of my favorite teachers though. She was pretty chubby, had gray curly hair, and wore these huge flowing dresses all the time. She was so nice and I remember bonding especially with her since she had two bichon frisesés as well as a calendar of them. And I’ve loved dogs since I was a kid. Also one time while we were writing sentences, I came up to her and asked her how to write fish since I forgot. Then she just looked at me like I was dumb and I suddenly remembered. Hahaha, good times.
“Allison is a good student who usually knows the answer when called on but who does not volunteer to answer questions enough.” - Mrs. Wolpert (3rd grade)
Yup. Not much has changed. Hahaha that quote is like the story of my life.
But it’s really funny to just see the similarities from even 10 years ago..
I also feel kind of bad about how every single one of my elementary school teachers commented on my writing/reading skills and how I should continue to pursue them. Cause after this year…Lit is really not my friend at all anymore. Sigh. I feel like high school, and part of middle school tainted my personality and perceptions. In elementary school, I was just more purely me, not too seriously influenced by societal expectations. But then as I grew up, everything became more convoluted and just plainly, more upsetting. Nothing was as genuine and carefree as in our elementary years. Haha. Throughout the years, I feel like a lot of my true personality, including passions, aspirations, etc, has been suppressed. It used to be nurtured when I was a kid. Now we’re tailored to fit the expected pathway of adulthood. I think ideally it’d be nice to just skip the jump in-between elementary school and adulthood. Just cut out everything annoying. Blah. I don’t regret anything, I’m just sad I had to sacrifice some of myself. And then there’s the risk of never being able to get it back. Maybe with more time.
