Doug's Past Lives - How I've spent my Life

The Doug Malcore Years


Grade School	Middle School	High School

We've delve into the schooling and events that helped shaped Doug Malcore into the person that we know him as today. My experiences are based off of Luxemburg Casco's School district, as they've help to shape me into the person I am today.

Each year is described in detail. You can pick a year from the links, or just read them all

Preschool	2nd Grade	5th Grade	8th Grade	Junior Year
Kindergarten	3rd Grade	6th Grade	Freshman Year	Senior Year
1st Grade	4th Grade	7th Grade	Sophomore Year	Beyond

I grew up on a farm. I think we've already established that. So preschool, or day care, did not really exist for my brothers and myself. My day care was playing war with my brothers, and our day care teachers were whatever hired hand my dad had working for the summer.

However, i do remember going to a class, and I think we called it preschool. I just remember one class, and we planted some sort of flower in it. I think we were there with our parents too. But I was really young, and the memory is very foggy.

Before I started school, My father mentally prepared me. "5 days on...2 days off". I remember singing that with my father. That's what school was. "5 days on...2 days off".

Kindergarten was only half a day for us. I had the morning session. So we get on the bus, go to school, and get to come home around 12 or so. Just in time for Sesame Street and Mr. Rogers. Perfect. Although we had to wait until 3pm for Transformers.

Story:

I fell off the monkey bars at recess one time. Hurt so damned bad. I had to go to the nurse and all that stuff. I was really afraid I was going to get yelled at for whatever reason. My mother had us hooked up with a lady to watch my brothers and myself after school. I'd take the bus there. On this particular day, I was afraid of being yelled at. So instead of getting off the bus and going right into their house... I wondering the streets of Casco for a while. I had no idea why I was scared, just didn't want to get yelled at. I hate being yelled at. I hate nagging girlfriends, I hate nagging, and I do everything in my power to avoid it. For whatever reason, I was scared of getting yelled at for falling off the monkey bars at school. Hmmm... pyschiatrists? I have my own theories on this. Anyhow, a while later my mom found me wondering, and I got bitched at big time. Good idea Doug, avoid the situation that isn't that bad, and make it worse for yourself. That story is a metaphor for my life today. I had good friends in my class, and a great teacher...Ms.Malchow. There were 3 kindergarten teachers, and most of my friends that I've had all throughout school were in am kindergarten. Strange, I don't think I know one kid that had pm kindergarten.

Going into school for the first time... I have to be there all day. I wasn't scared, like the kids that were crying that we picked up. Getting the big 'pictures' on the first day of school sucked. I knew no one, and I'm walking down the hall, I have no idea where to go. A teacher sees me..."first grader?"..."yep", so then I went and met my teacher.

When I was in school, we had one teacher the whole day. Ms. Jerabek was mine. She had these thick glasses that I'll never forget. She was a great teacher though. I don't think she teaches there anymore, as I used to tutor first graders when I was a senior. That would have been great working in her class. There were 4 first grade teachers, and you only left your teacher for math and reading. Which was definitely interesting. There were four 'classes' of reading and math. You best not be put in the 'dumb' math... or suffer dire consequences at recess. People were never really 'nerds', and there never seemed to be bullies. At least with me. I stayed pretty much in the middle of the road. Second highest math, and second highest reading. I don't know how they judged these skills, but that's where we were put. I remember coming in from recess one day, and seeing 8+7=15 on the board. Almost everytime I see 8+7 now, I think of that time I saw it on the blackboard. Strange.

I did get a ladyfriend sometime during the year. Sara Jerovitz, or something like that. She was with a few guys that year. Everytime someone asked the teacher "what's for lunch", I always said "frog legs". That stuck, and I was the cool guy early on because of that line. That's what attracted Sara to me. She was a big time Doug fan because of that. She kissed me a few times. You know, the 'pecks'. I wasn't very into it at that point though.

I also met my best buddy during school. Alex LeClair. He was the son of my mother's boss. When riding the bus when we were in kindergarten, he was sitting in the seat behind me. I turned to him and said, "my mom works with your dad". He said, "i know". We were buds from then on. Pretty good moment, and we both remember it well. Alex had good quotes during school. I remember a discussion our teacher was having about cuss words. His suggestion for alternatives..."grapes". So we were always saying "grapes". Ahhh... good times.

The last day of school, Ms. Jerabek looked at me, and told me to go to the nurse. The nurse diagnosed me with Chicken Pox, and I had to go home at the middle of the day. On the last day of school! I was sitting in the nurses office, when my class walks by to go to the cafeteria. Ms. Jerabek..."doug's going home for the rest of the day, everyone say goodbye". Awww.... How sad that was. I still get a bit misty eyed thinking about that.

2nd grade. Good times. I'd pick second grade as one of my better years of school. My teacher was Ms. Schneider. She seemed like a total bitch, but she was actually pretty cool. We still stuck with changing teachers for reading and math. About a month into school, they decided to move me into high reading, so that was cool, because no one ever really moved up. So I was a big deal for a while. It made me seem smarter than the other kids that were already in those classes. My first day being moved up, I went to Mrs. Werner's class. She was the mother of a kid who went to the church school. He was a good buddy in high school, but didn't go to grade school with us. She gave me this huge, smothering hug my first day. She was always so animated, I guess it's more appropriate that she's teaching kindergarten kids now.

TNT (gifted and talented) was started a few months into the year for the first time. About 15 kids from our class got to miss out on stuff to go into that. I wasn't in that.

We had a substitute teacher one time, and Alex dared me to look up her dress. I took the dare. I set my plan, and put it into action. We all sat down for her to read us a story, and I sat right in the front, and right in the middle. My plan was simple, sit cross-legged, and when the story is done, I would get up, trip myself, and sneak a peek. Worked to perfection, and I still remember the image of those white panties to this day. Not that I'm perverted or anything, it's just hard to forget something like that. I wasn't caught or anything. Good job Doug.

I had a ladyfriend this year. She sat behind me during the math period. When she would correct my homework, she'd put little notes and such on there, and I'd do the same. Although there was no kissing or anything, it was all about romance and passion, and letting our imaginations quench our thirst for each other. My father saw these papers and notes we sent to each other..."Doug, I don't want you to get involved with stuff like this". Phmfff... Like he could control our passions for each other. It was more than that. Unfortunatly, it didn't amount to anything... Chrissy Vandenhouten...

3rd Grade, my teacher was Ms. Jonet.

I wrote a great story this year, titled "Space Balls", about baseball in outerspace. That story qualified me for TNT, which was great. The appropriate committee read the story, and all I had to do was pass the test. The lady who gave me the test told me I did an excellent job, and I was in TNT with about 15 other kids.

TNT was great. Alex was in it too, which kicked ass. We made a toothbrick bridge that kicked some ass, held more water that the other teams bridge. It was such a great class, and Ms.Malchow was the teacher for it too. We miss out on some class time doing stuff that was cool. We built a huge contraption for Odysey of the Mind, it was all a bunch of really creative or really smart kids, and me. All these kids are now Doctors, and all the other succesful careers you could have, and then there is me, running a web design company. Well, that's ok I guess.

In third grade I started to become a real "trouble maker". I always had to stay in for recesses and stuff like that, put up with threats to get taken out of TNT, stuff like that. Ms. Jonet incorporated this new thing for me though. A point system that if I was a good kid, and got enough points, she'd buy me candy bars. Very cool, and it was just for me. I went on green sheets too for a while. Those were not cool, and you can get ripped on pretty good for being on those. Most kids that weren't good in school had to have those, to keep their grades in check. Mine was for my behavior. I'd have to carry them with me when I went to class, and the teacher would write things about my behavior and grades during the class, then my parents had to sign them each night. Pretty much sucked, and I don't think had too much of an effect, as it just made me be just good enough to get taken off them, then I'd be a little bastard, and get put on again, constant.

I had a ladyfriend this year. Her name was Lori. A very skinny, nerdy looking girl. The romance started in math class, and lasted pretty much the whole year. There wasn't any kissing or anything unfortunately. She would call me though, and she was a Casco girl, which was much better than the Luxemburg girls. After the fiasco my second grade year, I had to keep the phone calls pretty low key. A kid named Aaron used to be a little bastard on the bus. He was this scrawny guy that i got along with on and off. A big time trouble maker. He called me one time in a girl voice, and I thought it was Lori. Fucked with me big time. Funny story.

Jeff Van Lieshout, whom I've known since before I started school was in the same grade as me. We were always pretty good friends. I was on taking out the garbage duty at the end of the day once, when I'm walking back, he sticks out his foot, and says "trip" (it was a popular game he started), of course, I'm carrying this huge garbage bin and fall right into Tammy Waldow's boombox corner. It fucked up my eye big time, and hurt like a bitch. I'm walking back to class, holding off the tears, waiting for the bell to ring, trying not to make a scene so Jeff doesn't get in trouble. Alex comes up to me and sees that something is wrong and get's Ms. Jonet. She looks at my eye, "who did this". Of course I'm not going to tell on my buddy, so I say I just tripped. She wasn't buying it, and of course, I have to tell on Jeff. My eye swells up huge, and I'm at home that night, Jeff calls me up..."Doug, I'm sorry for tripping you today". "It's not a big deal Jeff", and that was it. Ahhh.... the good times. Jeff was a good buddy for a long time, as he just lived about a mile away from my dad's place. (very close in our district).

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