life in the 80s

and now, for a little contrast to monday's pictures of my high-falutin' highschool, i give you my grammar school. or, as it's affectionately referred to by my friends, farm school:
that's... it. that's the whole school. or it was when i went there, anyway. they've built it up a lot more of the property since i was wee. back in the day, though, the whole grade school was in that one building. each class had their own little farmhouse room, where we hunkered down all day long learning our lessons without grades, textbooks or tests. it was actually super fun.

the school did have a bunch of land, though, and several barns. this one, for example, is where we had woodworking class:
and this one still had a bunch of hay in it back from when the land was a working farm:there was a creek surrounding the property that we spent a lot of time playing in / on / around, and this tree - named Old Man's Tree, because it was.. you know.. old - was a favorite spot to go when it was too nice out to have, say, spelling class:
so! lest you think i come from a fancypantsed, uppercrust childhood, i assure you: HAHAHAHA no.

also: i've mentioned the legwarmers here before, and.. uh.. they were in town again last weekend. i suggest you go here, then also perhaps here. YOU'RE WELCOME.