Corbett, 4th grade. I have the most memories in general from that class. It seemed that we were always listening to music and making stuff like Oobleck. Plus, he was our basketball coach (later years, maybe) and he kept our spirits up even though we were absolute crap. In two years I think we won only one game. Pathetic.
As I think back to childhood Halloween, I realize now how much effort my mother put into our costumes. They were always handmade.
One memorable one was Elton John. For the glasses she glued rhinestones on an old pair of granny-frames. I don't think the costume had as much flair as some of Elton's get-ups, but it definitely made me feel pretty swanky.
