My school was not one room but a building with 6 rooms. One was a lunch room. It was heated with what I thought was a huge pot belly wood stove. As I got older I realized it wasn't so big after all. We had to go to an outhouse, did not have a library, but did we ever play basketball!! It was a farming community and there were not a lot of people in the county around there. My oldest brother was the only student that started 1st grade and graduated at the school before we were all sent to a bigger school. There were 4 students in his graduating class. We played all those wonderful outside games to. It was 12 miles from the closest town, Baird, TX and 30 from Abilene, TX. Some of the teachers lived in those towns. We had three small houses where the teachers stayed during the week and went home for the weekend. As time passed some of the plaster on the walls began to crumble. One of the older boys, not my brother this time, put an alarm clock in the wall set to go off during his "favorite" class. Another time the boys brought in a chicken from one of the yards of the houses. When the teacher told him to take it outside he threw it to another student and the fun began. We rode a bus the two miles to school. We did have a few weather days that we "got" to walk to school in the snow. Or perhaps the bus got stuck on a muddy road and we would walk. There is surely nothing like "the good old days". I am so fortunate to have grown up at that time.