Blogging Through The Years: Kindergarten

A while ago on You Tube, Michael Buckley vlogged through all of his years in school.  Others followed after him.  I think it’s a great idea, so I’m going to follow along too.  I will blog through each of my years in school, from Kindergarten through college.  If you want to participate, write a post of your own!

Life when I was in Kindergarten is kind of foggy.  I only remember it in small flashes.  My childhood as a whole was very happy, but things weren’t going so well for my family when I was in Kindergarten and it had its effects on me.  Here is what I remember:

• It was my first experience riding the school bus.  It picked me up outside of my day care and then dropped me off a couple blocks from my house.  It’s hard to imagine by today’s standards, but I used to walk from the bus stop to our house by myself.  By then, my brother and sister were already home from school; I’m sure they would have come looking for me if I never arrived home.

• My parents’ divorce was very fresh.  We were still living in the house they’d shared; it was my mom, my brother, my sister, and I.  The house was on the market.  It was too expensive for my mom to afford alone.  I would go visit my dad and new step mom on the weekends.  It was always really hard to leave my mom.

• At the start of every class, the student of the week would have to lead us in the Pledge of Allegiance and then give us a weather report by sticking a little felt sun or rain cloud on a board.

• I was pretty big on telling little lies.  I remember telling a boy named Rhett that one time I had drowned.  He told me if that was the case, then I would be dead.  I did not understand.

• I didn’t have a lot of close friends, but I talked to a lot of kids.  Of the friends I had throughout the rest of Elementary School, I only knew one in Kindergarten.  Her name was Mariah and she had awesome hair.  There was nothing in the world I wanted more than long hair and she had it.

• My teacher was this big, nice but intimidating woman.  I don’t remember much about her except that one time she yelled at us for not drawing well enough.  It started when I walked up to her with a drawing I’d done and none of the people had arms.  There were only two Kindergarten teachers and I wanted the one that Mariah had.  She was sweet and didn’t seem like she’d yell at someone for forgetting arms.

• My mom volunteered in my class by helping us learn to sew.  We used big plastic needles and yarn.  She was working full time, as well as going through a bit of a personal crisis, and didn’t really have the time to come by my class those few afternoons, but she made the effort anyway.

• I got bronchitis for the second time.  That’s when we learned that I’m allergic to amoxicillin.  I broke out in hives.  I was out of class for a while, but then I remember that my dad had to take me into class one day and explain to everyone that my hives were not contagious, so they didn’t have to worry about catching anything from me.

• One time I saw a girl crying.  I asked what was wrong and the friend that was comforting her told me to mind my own business.  It was the first time I ever remember thinking that something more terrible than I could imagine was happening in someone else’s life.

• There was another girl named Ashley who had Kindergarten in the mornings.  Our projects were always getting mixed up. To this day, in the folder my mom keeps of our different school projects, there is a book that the other Ashley made.  She drew fire flies on the front of it.  I never said anything, because I really liked those fire flies.

Related posts:

1. Blogging Through The Years: Second Grade
2. Blogging Through The Years: First Grade
3. Blogging Through The Years: Fourth Grade
4. Blogging Through The Years: Fifth Grade
5. Blogging Through The Years: Third Grade