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Viper · M
I don't remember any weird ones, mainly boring, look at the statue or look at those people acting like it's the early 1800s ones...
And me being bored and like, it's the 2000s now... why are we watching this? By that I mean it was more of a time killer, we weren't actually learning anything, unless you wanted to learn how to build stuff the 1800s way... modern building of those items is totally different.
And me being bored and like, it's the 2000s now... why are we watching this? By that I mean it was more of a time killer, we weren't actually learning anything, unless you wanted to learn how to build stuff the 1800s way... modern building of those items is totally different.
MaryJanine · 70-79, F
@Viper We had that sort of stuff, too. It depends on where you live and hw old you are/were at the time.
In grammar school (6 and 7) we had a picnic in Portage Park, a long walk from school, followed by an afternoon of playing on the playground before returning.
In junior high, it was "The Bozo Show", then a trip to the capitol in Springfield three years later. That was fun - all the kids had hands-on rubbing of Abe Lincoln's nose (big head study). We also took a side trip to the theater where John Dillinger was betrayed by "The Lady in Red" - outlined by the place where he fell under the marquee.
In high school, our Journalism class visited the Tribune Tower; our Girl's Choir competed in the All-City Competition. We won, too!
No bordom here!
In grammar school (6 and 7) we had a picnic in Portage Park, a long walk from school, followed by an afternoon of playing on the playground before returning.
In junior high, it was "The Bozo Show", then a trip to the capitol in Springfield three years later. That was fun - all the kids had hands-on rubbing of Abe Lincoln's nose (big head study). We also took a side trip to the theater where John Dillinger was betrayed by "The Lady in Red" - outlined by the place where he fell under the marquee.
In high school, our Journalism class visited the Tribune Tower; our Girl's Choir competed in the All-City Competition. We won, too!
No bordom here!