I am guessing you want to know about my education during my formative years. I started off like most of you in kindergarten. I giggle at the idea of growing children. I was in Denver. I attended a private Catholic school for first grade. I was ever gregarious person and I talked too much. The solution that was put in place was for me to take a role of duck tape with me to school to cover my mouth up. I was EVER the disruptive influence. Sadly, my natural leadership and charisma was in evidence and I set a fashion trend. LOL That experiment was cut short. I don’t remember much about second grade.
I was in Germany for third grade. I have some more memories about that year. Penny Schindel was my teacher. She was an artist and painted a mural of Peanuts characters in the pediatric wing of the hospital.
I started fourth grade in Germany and in the only time we moved during a school year moved to England during the Christmas break. I finished fourth grade and it was the start of an academic down turn. I was not in the right place for several thing and I was starting to exhibit a strange phenomena where in I take concepts that are simple and fail to grasp them and get more complex concepts quickly and easily. Fifth grade was a good time and my last year in an elementary school. I began to notice girls.
Sixth grade was the begging of the end for me, academically speaking. I have always been very proud of my ability to read. I tested off the charts in my reading comprehension and retention abilities. The class was divided in three groups (fifth grade, sixth grade, and seventh grade). For whatever reason, the teacher closed the seventh grade group. With age, I suspect that he needed to focus on other students (there were less than 10 of us in the advanced group). However, I took it personally. I was angry. I felt pushed aside and I stopped caring about my performance. I felt that this was one area that I had excelled in and my work wasn’t rewarded. This sent me down the path towards academic mediocrity.