First day of School
One of my co-workers came into to office today and announced that his son had his first day of Kindergarten today. I know he was bemoaning the fact that his child is growing up so fast, but for me it brought back memories.
My first day of school is burned into my memory. I remember being nervous, scared, what if the other kids didn't like me? What if my teacher didn't like me? What if I couldn't find my classroom? Mostly though I was really scared that I wouldn't make any friends.
So that morning before I left for school my mother told me a story. She told me of a little girl who was on her way to school for the first time, this little girl was also nervous about making friends. So when she got on the bus that day she sat down next to another little girl and started talking to her. They became friends and everything turned out fine for the little girl.
After the story I felt better and looked forward to trying the same technique the little girl in the story had tried. My mom and I walked down to the bus stop and when the bus came up I got on and went and sat down next to another little girl. I talked to her a bit and soon, sooner than I realized we were at the school. Everyone got off the bus and so I got off with them.
The school was big, and everyone was running all over the place and I had no idea where I was supposed to go. I decided that the best option would be to ask one of the adults there where I should go, so I walked up to one of the teachers and asked, "Do you know where Ms. Neemee's class goes?" her response was what burned this memory into my brain. "We don't have a Ms. Neemee here."
No Ms. Neemee? How could that be? I was sure that was the name of the teacher, I was sure that is the name my mom told me that morning. And yet, there it was, no Ms. Neemee taught there. About the point where I was about to start to really panic my mom pulled up in her car. I ran over and got inside.
It turns out that two schools picked up at my bus stop, one went to my school and the other went to a different school. I had gotten on the wrong bus. How my mother found out, or discovered where I was I don't know, but she saved me and got me to school a little late. And true this meant that I didn't make as many friends as I might have, but at least I got to the right school finally. I don't remember much of what else happened that day, most of it is a blur, but the early part of that day is crystal clear, etched in detail into my memories.
My first day of school is burned into my memory. I remember being nervous, scared, what if the other kids didn't like me? What if my teacher didn't like me? What if I couldn't find my classroom? Mostly though I was really scared that I wouldn't make any friends.
So that morning before I left for school my mother told me a story. She told me of a little girl who was on her way to school for the first time, this little girl was also nervous about making friends. So when she got on the bus that day she sat down next to another little girl and started talking to her. They became friends and everything turned out fine for the little girl.
After the story I felt better and looked forward to trying the same technique the little girl in the story had tried. My mom and I walked down to the bus stop and when the bus came up I got on and went and sat down next to another little girl. I talked to her a bit and soon, sooner than I realized we were at the school. Everyone got off the bus and so I got off with them.
The school was big, and everyone was running all over the place and I had no idea where I was supposed to go. I decided that the best option would be to ask one of the adults there where I should go, so I walked up to one of the teachers and asked, "Do you know where Ms. Neemee's class goes?" her response was what burned this memory into my brain. "We don't have a Ms. Neemee here."
No Ms. Neemee? How could that be? I was sure that was the name of the teacher, I was sure that is the name my mom told me that morning. And yet, there it was, no Ms. Neemee taught there. About the point where I was about to start to really panic my mom pulled up in her car. I ran over and got inside.
It turns out that two schools picked up at my bus stop, one went to my school and the other went to a different school. I had gotten on the wrong bus. How my mother found out, or discovered where I was I don't know, but she saved me and got me to school a little late. And true this meant that I didn't make as many friends as I might have, but at least I got to the right school finally. I don't remember much of what else happened that day, most of it is a blur, but the early part of that day is crystal clear, etched in detail into my memories.