School Days school days dear old golden rule days. Readin' and writin' and rithmetic talk to the tune of a hicory stick. I was your queen in calico you was my bashful barefoot beau. Seemed it was a long time before my teeth fit with my face and body and I bet it took my Mama a long time to make those long tube curls since my hair was as straight as a straw. I even went to school barefoot sometime. That school looked awfully big to a little ole' country girl. The only school supplies we required was a pencil and a tablet. We had better behave as the teacher was allowed to paddle us but if we got sick she would hold us on her lap while she taught the others. We took a sack lunch and rode the bus to and from school. Teachers didn't call your Mom to come get you because most didn't even have a phone or a second car. In some cases the Mom didn't even drive. We led such a deprived life but we didn't know it. We had fun and we didn't get bored.