Also, in second grade, I got the chicken pox. It was in the middle of a school day, and the class was silent, with us all at our desks working on worksheets or something. My back started itching, so I stratched it. The itch wouldn't go away. Finally, my teacher looked up and noticed what I was doing. She called me up to her desk and lifted my shirt up to take a look at my back. Yup. Chicken pox. It was the first time I got sent home early from school, and I didn't understand. But that night, I did. You betcha. I was sooo miserable. The only thing that comforted me any was taking a bath with baking soda and oatmeal in it. My two brothers caught it from me, and my poor mother would have gone crazy taking care of us if my grandmother hadn't been a registered nurse. Mersie (what I call my grandma) knew what she was doing, all right.