Smith K R Elementary School

Yeah… you can say I was a tomboy.
Scraped knees, monkey bars, steal-​the-​bacon, kicking everyone’s ass in tetherball and 4-​square (or for those who were good enough, 2-​square) are just a few fond memories of the place I spent the majority of my childhood.
Kindergarten brings back memories of playing «house», growing silk worms, show-​and-​tell, nap-​time, and mourning the class pet chick’s unfortunate death when the tower of blocks came crashing down upon it. Mrs. Messemmer, my teacher, was a kind hearted lady, with curly gold locks and a warm smile. Funny how after all these years I still remember her name.
Fast forward to my last year of elementary. 5^th grade was taught by a younger teacher named Mr. Green. One of the girls in my class had the hugest school-​girl crush on him, it was so obvious and pretty funny. My best friend and I were the teacher’s pet of the class, which was cool because he let us get away with a lot of things, like coming in late from lunch, etc. Haha.
Overall, it was a happy time for me. It was conveniently located near a McDonalds, Welch Park, and now that I realize it, it was right next to Long Phung Sandwiches (I love their eggrolls!) Assuming they were in business for that long. I’d give it 5 stars, but over the years the area has become sketchy. Back then, in the good ol’ days, when everything was innocent and safe, this was a great school to go to.