I only spent one school year of my life in Coquitlam, Grade 4. Porter Street Elementary School was brand new, so we were all new to the school, though I am sure that some students must have been together the year before in one or more other schools.
In Grade 4, we had only one teacher and she taught all our courses. Class sizes were not any bigger than they should be, so she got to know each of us pretty quickly. That is why I never understood why she could not tell the difference between the two twin boys in our class, especially half way through the year.
I certainly could, on sight, know which twin was which from a distance. But, now that I think about it, I realize that I had quickly become friends with one, who introduced me to the other twin. And explained the difference in appearance.
One had hurt himself around an eye when he was younger, so the skin around that eye looked different than his other eye. Admittedly, the twins looked the same otherwise.
They may have been twins, but their personalities were different and so were their school marks. Half way through the year, on a day when we all knew that we would be writing a Test, the twin with better marks convinced his mother that he was ill, and brought her note to school, leaving the other twin at home in bed, impersonating him. He wrote his brother’s Test for him, scoring a very good mark.
I never knew how the ruse was discovered. More than half a century later, my guess is that the mother discovered the impersonation at home, with the wrong twin in bed, faking an illness. And reported it to the school.
I got along well with both twins, though I seem to remember that they generally did not play together at school. Presumably because they saw enough of each other at home.