When I started school I was barely five years old. Having a summer birthday I was one of the youngest students in the classroom. This really didn’t matter because I was more than ready to start school. My first teacher was Mrs. Choate. However, I thought her name was Mrs. Choake. I thought it was scary to have a teacher named Mrs. Choake. All year long every time I said Mrs. Choake she would correct me and say Mrs. Choate. I think I was in the third grade before I realized she was correcting me. This may have possibly been my very first blonde moment. I really had no clue why she always repeated her name back to me. Every time she said Mrs. Choate I would think, ”Yes, I know Mrs. Choake. Why are you correcting me?” When I started kindergarten I knew all my ABC’s and had the amazing ability of writing my name. It was pretty awesome. Especially considering I had to explain that I was not named Kristi that my name was Krissi. That is another story for another day. By the time I finished K...