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I did not realize how small Muldrow was until I came to college. My freshman year I heard stories from my new friends about their graduating classes consisting of 800 or 1,000 students! They were surprised to hear my graduating class was a mere 100+ students. I cannot fathom going to a high school whose senior class was larger than my whole high school. Our school was small enough that there were very few people whose names I did not know. Even though we didn’t have a lot of sports, clubs or activities that larger schools have, I never felt like I was missing out on anything. I was in AP classes, a member of student council, on the quiz bowl and speech teams. Winning quiz bowl tournaments and speech tournaments were the best. People in the high school speech world knew who Muldrow was. My senior year, my best friend Danni and I won first place at the regional tournament and fourth place at the state tournament with our piece, “The Triangle Factory Project.” I remember I had to use three different accents that all pretty much sounded the same.
I remember in the 5th and 6th grade we had the candy cart at lunch where you could buy all kinds of candy for just 50 cents. Maybe there were chips, too. My mom would give me 50 cents once a week. But some days I would be real sleuthy and ask my dad for 50 cents. Or I would look around the house in between couch cushions looking for any extra change I could find. I guess one Reese’s a week wasn’t good enough for me.
When I was in kindergarten from 1994-1995, we had our own playground that was separate from the rest of the school. It was torn down to make way for a parking lot (then later remade into a playground again, actually), but while I was there, we had a lot of fun. There was one huge tree that we all liked to play Power Rangers under. One day my friends and I convinced a boy named Derek that the tree was actually a leprechaun tree. We took turns telling him that we spotted the little green man popping out from under the roots. We all began sneaking spoons out of the cafeteria to try to dig up the leprevhaun. The teachers quickly put a stop to that, of course.
It was really sad when they tore that old tree down; I'll never get to show my kids where all of my favorite stories from my childhood took place.
I did not realize how small Muldrow was until I came to college. My freshman year I heard stories from my new friends about their graduating classes consisting of 800 or 1,000 students! They were surprised to hear my graduating class was a mere 100+ students. I cannot fathom going to a high school whose senior class was larger than my whole high school. Our school was small enough that there were very few people whose names I did not know. Even though we didn’t have a lot of sports, clubs or activities that larger schools have, I never felt like I was missing out on anything. I was in AP classes, a member of student council, on the quiz bowl and speech teams. Winning quiz bowl tournaments and speech tournaments were the best. People in the high school speech world knew who Muldrow was. My senior year, my best friend Danni and I won first place at the regional tournament and fourth place at the state tournament with our piece, “The Triangle Factory Project.” I remember I had to use three different accents that all pretty much sounded the same.
ReplyDelete-Caitlin Stricklen, Class of 2007
I remember in the 5th and 6th grade we had the candy cart at lunch where you could buy all kinds of candy for just 50 cents. Maybe there were chips, too. My mom would give me 50 cents once a week. But some days I would be real sleuthy and ask my dad for 50 cents. Or I would look around the house in between couch cushions looking for any extra change I could find. I guess one Reese’s a week wasn’t good enough for me.
ReplyDelete-Caitlin Stricklen, Class of 2007
When I was in kindergarten from 1994-1995, we had our own playground that was separate from the rest of the school. It was torn down to make way for a parking lot (then later remade into a playground again, actually), but while I was there, we had a lot of fun. There was one huge tree that we all liked to play Power Rangers under. One day my friends and I convinced a boy named Derek that the tree was actually a leprechaun tree. We took turns telling him that we spotted the little green man popping out from under the roots. We all began sneaking spoons out of the cafeteria to try to dig up the leprevhaun. The teachers quickly put a stop to that, of course.
ReplyDeleteIt was really sad when they tore that old tree down; I'll never get to show my kids where all of my favorite stories from my childhood took place.
-Danni Powell, Class of 2007