Memories of 5th Grade

I was just reading a blog I found on Summer's blog.  It's one of her "followers", I guess.  Sometimes I enjoy reading the blog of a blog of someone I know.  It feels kind of like listening in on a phone conversation (back when there were only land lines, and you had extensions (not the hair kind).  Anyway, I was reading a really neat one about memories of 5th grade, and the challenge was to ask yourself various questions that would prompt you to remember all of those hilarious "issues" back then.  As you know, I'm a wee bit older than most, if not all, of you that are blogging, and reaching waaaaay back to my 5th grade year may be nigh unto impossible, but I'm going to try.  Here goes (are you ready?)
I went to Chief Joseph Grade School from 2nd to 8th grade, and I remember my 5th grade in snippits.  Probably the most important memory was meeting my best friend (then and now), Vicky.  My first impression of Vicky wasn't the best, maybe because I was jealous of her.  She moved to Portland from Japan...yeah, Japan.  Her father was in the military and they were based there.  It made her all the more mysterious, and I was anything but mysterious.  She had light blond hair, and was so bouncy and cute, I swear she became the teacher's pet from day one.  It didn't take long for me to mend my ways, and get to know her; we became best friends (BFF) to this day.  Right now, she and her husband, "hawk face", (Ron) are serving in Argentina as Mission President (Ron).  They'll be back this coming June.
Back to my recolection of 5th grade.  I do remember my teacher's name, and, if I close my eyes, can picture her.  Her name was Mrs. Nashiff and I remember she had black hairy arms and a bit of a mustache.  Boy, I hope she's not around to read this.  There are many things I recall about that year, but I won't bore you with them, except the time Vicky and I took band and we both chose the clarinet.  We were so full of ourselves; we thought we were talented enough to compose music after the first 6 weeks of band.  Because we couldn't play our clarinets in the classroom, we each used a ruler with finger placements where we were sure they should be.  We composed a song about another friend of ours, Lynn Hyde, and brought the "musical" score to band one day.  Oh boy, were we off.  Not only did it not sound anything like we had hummed, but our band teacher forbid us from playing while in his presence.  Just thought you'd like to know...