Free Write prompt School House

I would like to thank @freewritehouse for making this graphic for me.... This post is for @freewrite prompt school house, by @mariannewest......I am 62, going to be 63 in a couple months and I can still remember my first day of school. My school house is still a school, they have added onto it, but the "old" building still stands. That one building held first to twelfth grade, it was 2 story. First and second grade was in one classroom which put me and my older brother in the same class, he did not like this and was glad when he went to third grade and was not in the same class as I was. We did not have to wear shoes to school until I was in the third grade, my Dad would not buy us shoes and kept sending us to school without them. The school sent notes home with us saying we can not come back without having shoes. He finally gave in and bought us shoes, and he made sure we took care of them so he did not have to buy new ones. In third grade I had a very good teacher, most kids did not like her because she made you, toe the line. The thing I remember most about her was everyday after lunch she would read to us from the Nancy Drew books or sometimes the Hardy Boys. She read with passion and we would beg her to read more, sometimes she would but most she would only read a couple chapters. When I was in 7th grade Dad put us in a private school and our school house was a house, they did not have 7th grade books but had 9th grade books so that is what they taught. The next year I am in 8th grade my Dad hired a teacher to come to our home, he bought an Airstream trailer, like you would camp in, for our school house and he could not get 8th grade books so I ended up having the same books that I had in 7th grade, this teacher was not a good person, he was a dirty old man who wore white pants with the pocket area cut out and no underwear, he would expose his self to me and my sisters. We never told Dad and to this day I do not understand why we did not speak up. My Dad was leashing the land we lived on from the county and the State wanted the land and took it, so we had to move, that is a whole nother story. He moved us to Missouri, I was in 9th grade and I'll be damn most classes I had the same damn books I had the past two years. At the end of my 9th grade my Dad told me he was taking me out of school, he said a woman does not need an education. I liked school and did not want to quit, but I could not go against my Dad. Later when I was married I went to night school and got my GED. And as it turned out I do not need an education to be a fisherman. But I can say I have it.