Does anyone remember their first day in kindergarden?

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My mom wanted to keep me out of kindergarten for another year because I had just turned 5 and I was small for my age. I remember shopping for school supplies and other events leading up to my first day, but I don't specifically remember my first day of school. I was kinda excited though...I can only recall vague memories from my year in kindergarten...I was always having to leave the class for different reasons...wetting my pants...having my blood sugar drop very low and going to the cafeteria to ask for a cookie...being unable to interact with any of the other girls, but making friends with a couple of the boys...Always being in "time out" with the boys...Never being allowed to play with the puppet stage...being exiled from the "play kitchen"...Having my hearing tested over and over again...Going in for other testing that only a few other kids were involved with....Accidentally completing the same assignment multiple times...Strange dreams I had about my teacher, who was pregnant....I had a lot of trouble with playing group games like leap frog....and I was terrified of the monkey bars......I felt separate from all of the other kids even then...It was sorta euphoric..it was a nice school...it still is one of the better Houston public elementary schools. I had been to daycares in the past, and was treated badly...It was possibly one of my best years in school.

I don't, but I do remember my first day of school. I really didn't want to go. I think I instinctively knew that schools weren't for me.

I remember. I had to tell everybody what's my name, how old I am etc. I was surprised that I'm older than other children - I wasn't, it seemed only because my birthday's in January.
I didn't want to eat meals, because they stinked. Children stinked too. I didn't want to sleep, because not.
I offenced people many times.
I took a paper and crayons and I drew animals with captions MOUSE, CAT, KARBON (name of my dog), SUSI (name of cartoon dog, main character from Lady and the Tramp). Letters were big, unshaped and ugly. But teachers got very excited and they took me my pictures. I was crying and trying to force them to give my pictures back. They didn't give me them, but they made a gallery in the hall. You know, 3 y.o. kid can write! AAAAAAA! I thought everybody can write, so I didn't understand what's up.

I remeber that I hadn't friends in Kidergarten. Kids didn't want to play with me. I was playing with them only if they did what I wanted. I was annoying kid, so they bought more books to make me quiet. I was teaching kids how to read. Until I was moved to older kids, because I was too smart and too bored. In older class I was also too smart and too bored and unsociable, so all the teachers were pissed off.

i do. i walk in my special education class, there was two teachers there. not a aid two teacher,
in i pointed to a doll in said is that a real baby, then i had to repete it cause i talked so low, then
my teacher said, now why would a real baby be in class, then she said something like your silly. then i cover my face but giggle. this is how i looked like in kindergarten.
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i do. i walk in my special education class, there was two teachers there. not a aid two teacher,
in i pointed to a doll in said is that a real baby, then i had to repete it cause i talked so low, then
my teacher said, now why would a real baby be in class, then she said something like your silly. then i cover my face but giggle. this is how i looked like in kindergarten.
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I remember playing with a tonka truck by myself alot, it was great fun

I think i did a few things in a group but it was non verbal unless i had to ask a specific question about it iirc. No complaints.

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On the first day I vaguely remember two older ladies (the teachers) dressed in dark clothing and a large room. I did not socialize and was more fascinated by the toys and such. Later I remember two celebrations (Indian Teepee day ) and getting a pumpkin for Halloween. I remember we bought some cocoanuts after a trip toe the local A&P (now called Metro) and eating them, sitting in a big circle, possibly near the end of the school year. The principal (male) came to visit and talked to us about going to Grade One. I remember arguing periodically with the other students, and this seemed to set the tone for the rest of my school life.

I attended morning kindergarten half days, from Monday to Friday. I liked looking at books, and listening to stories, but the other children did not interest me.

I remember that, before I got to kindergarten, I was wearing my coat and my mom told me not to take it off. She meant not to take it off at recess, but I thought she meant not to take it off at all. So when the teacher told us to put our coats on the coat rack, I refused.

I don't remember much else about the first day, but I do remember other things about kindergarten that happened throughout the year:

- I got my first imaginary friend, Balto, one day while I was at recess.
- A girl who hated me put a rock in my milk carton during snack time. I almost drank it but she felt guilty so she warned me about it beforehand.

I had been in daycare most of my life, so it's hard to remember Kindergarten because it didn't stand out. I can remember not knowing the difference between left and right.

You had a problem with names or you didn't understand an idea of the sides?

When the teacher asked us to raise our right hand, I would get confused.

I had this problem, too. I remember it really made my 1st grade teacher angry that I couldn't tell my right from my left. 1st grade was my first really negative experience with school. I still have to think about which hand I write with (the right hand) before sorting it out.

I had trouble telling my right from my left for the longest time. I started taking a dance class in my teens and still had trouble quickly telling my left from my right. Nowadays I just hold my hands out with the fingers together and the thumb sticking out and my left hand makes an L.

One thing really stands out in my memory from first grade, in fact, more than one thing. My class was learning to print, so, we used practice paper. For some reason, I found learning to print quite boring so I spiced it up by doodling my letters so they looked like they were made out of several little loops. It was cloudlike, I thought, and I was so proud of myself. My teacher, however, was not. When she was grading my paper, she asked me to come up to her desk and questioned me about what it was I was trying to make and why I was trying to make it. Then she gave me a swift wack on my behind. I was so startled and totally mystified by her reaction, but it shouldn't have been a surprise. I remember there was one low functioning autistic boy in the class. and she wasn't that understanding with him, either. He was only in the class a couple of days, in the beginning of the school year, before she had him transferred someplace else.

Sounds like your first grade teacher had a short fuse, too. I've seen pre school and kindergarten teachers with the same sort of impatience. Wonder if it goes with the job?

I also remember my teacher's Elvis fetish and she brought her Elvis cd collection to class so she could share the King with all of us.

I don't remember my actual first day of kindergarten, but I do somewhat remember kindergarten orientation. I remember we would all go to our classroom without out parents and our teacher had us sit on a rug while she talked to us about something. She may have read us a book, but I don't quite remember.

I remember my first day of "kindergarten" (whatever that is ). I distinctly remember one of the other kids and her ridiculous hair who I still see today It's not so bad now, but then was a different story.

I remember, I always watched the older children coming in from the playground and admiring them, wondering what it must be a like to be older. A group of older girls would always call out my name and giggle. That's something that kind of happened throughout my life at school.