Day eighteen - I know

So, yeah, as I said before, first and secong grades are all but indistinguishable to me - I don't have very many individuals memories of both years in my mind, and It's actually likely that most of them are from the first grade itself. It's mainly because from one grade to the other, the only thing that changed were those two kids who failed first grade I mentioned. We remained the same school class with the same teacher, and nothing pretty much seemed to change. But what I can remember is the other friendship I truck in the first grade, one that lasted all through the end of the second grade - with a kid called R.

One of the very first things I recall is this kid having a die-cast Spider-Man helicopter, and from the moment I saw it, I knew I wanted it. So I traded him a big coffee jar full of marbles I had for it, and he went along with it. And that, I guess, is where his 'enslavement' began.

Now, I know that that word is quite heavy, and obviously no, the kid wasn't my slave. And yet, he did anything and everything I asked him to! We sat side by side in school, and one day I drew a 'futuristic' wrist-watch on my, huh, wrist, and it included a screen, you could see and hear who was calling you, listen to the radio, watch TV, play computer games - the works! Never in my young age would have I thought that in the future all of that would be pretty much possible. I'd speak into my wrist-watch and issue R all kind of commands, and he'd do it no matter what.

One other classmate we had was a little girl - I can't remember her name, but she gained the unfortunate nickname of 'panties', because when we took the class photo she sat with her legs spread wide open, and everyone who got a copy of that picture could see her panties. It was actually my bother who gave her that nickname; he went to the very same school I did, and when he saw the picture at home he immediately picked up on it. Unfortunately, he also sought to frame that poor girl as my girlfriend, something she clearly was not. This girl, she was sort of the teacher's pet, little miss know it all - and maybe she did, she certainly seemed to! 

One other thing I remember is that right at the beginning of first grade, when we were learning what classes we would be having moving forward, we were supposed to have a music class. Now, during my two years there we only had the one music class - ever! And i recall it being very early in the school year, maybe even as early as the first week. We had this music book, filled with songs we were supposed to learn how to sing, but we did it just that one single time, the books went into one of teacher's drawers, and were never seen again. And to this day I have no idea why.