Does anyone remember their first day in kindergarden?

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06 Dec 2010, 11:57 pm

Yes, I remember it was a grade 1/kindergarten split class (I got moved to an all-kindergarten class later). There were 14 grades 1's and only 6 kindergarteners. I remember being jealous because the kindergartens had sit at a table and the grade 1's got desks. Sometime in the first 2 weeks, we played with this sandbox thing and someone of the others kids decided to make roads so I made roads to but they thought I was messing them up and got EXTREMELY angry at me.

PRESCHOOL:

I remember DETESTING sitting in the blue chairs and I got in trouble and had to sit in one once and I was very upset. The teacher thought I probably had autism, which my mom never thought about. (This was 1999, before all the parents knew about autism spectrum disorders, I mean, AS was only brought in 4 years ago at this point and internet was used but not nearly as much as today) I played with other kids in kindergarten for sure, I used to play this game every recess with one of the students and I suggested playing different games because I got bored of it.

Grade 1 was very interesting, I had one really good friend and we got in trouble a lot. We flushed food down the toilet, squirted boys with fruit juice, played marbles in the hall and went under the monkey bars. We also threw our food we didn't like in the garbage at lunch.

The reason why is because I wasn't working with the other kids and probably other things to, but I know this was true for sure. My best friend at time went to the same preschool as me so I had her, but the thing is, I came late in the year and everyone seemed to already have friends.



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06 Dec 2010, 11:59 pm

River wrote:
All I can remember is feeling very sad and scared and that my mom was wearing a white t-shirt with a picture of a green pear on it.


Wow! You remember the shirt your mom was wearing? Neat! I don't even remember what I wore yesterday!



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07 Dec 2010, 3:35 am

On day one, I remember only that one kid, James, had bad separation anxiety and kept crying long after everyone else had stopped. (I didn't cry, although I was leery of the whole situation--I had never been around that many kids in one place, and I didn't know how to get along with kids.) The teacher (Miss Jones) yelled at him to stop crying and made him go stand in the corner until he could stop. I think he stood in the corner crying until it was time to go home.

After a few weeks, they had me in the principal's (Dr. DeGrace) office taking tests because "something wasn't right" with me--I wouldn't play with the stupid wooden "baby" toys with the other kids at recess, and would instead go into this little kiosk that had a bench and bookshelf and read quietly by myself. (I think I asked where the encyclopedia was too, since those were my favorite books at home! :nerdy:) I liked getting to go to the office and take tests and talk with her and some other man whose name I don't recall (he was the school psychologist, I learned much later) because it put me in the company of adults, which was infinitely preferable to the noisy kids.



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07 Dec 2010, 5:07 am

I remember lining up outside the door with lots of kids and lots of parents, some kids were crying, i remember looking at the face of this 1 girl and wondering why she was still crying.

I remember sitting on the carpet when the teacher showed us where to put our things, and told the class we did not need to bring lunch. as one of the little kids brought a lunch box. I remember the snack tray being brought in with boxes of milk on it.

most of the year was spent looking at the activity tables wondering what i was going to do for the day, every day we were assigned a different table with different activities, some crafts, some drawing, some academic papers.

When i was outside playing, i was bullied by the kids, they made fun of me. I was tiny and skinny, I was not cordnated, so I could not jump rope, so they made fun of me for that. then they would pull the rope up and trip me.

but I enjoyed kindergarden. The teacher did notice something wrong, she said i needed to repeat it, BUT she would not make me, cause the kids would torment me for that for life.

I spent first grade at that school, and it was increasingly becoming a wide gap between me and the other kids.

I was always in the lower reading groups, getting in trouble for not paying attention, i remember once I was sent to the late lunch with the 4-6th graders as punishment because I did not clean out my desk like asked. i actually thought it was the coolest thing to eat lunch with the big kids.

I was bullied in this class as well, things i brought for show and tell, went missing and broken across the playground. my lunch money was stolen etc. I was sent to speech therapy every thursday, which I loved! I felt special to get out of class to hang out with the people in the office.

But thankfully my mom took me out of school and sent me to a school that was starting at my church.I had to repeat the first grade again. thankfully the bullying stopped but the misunderstanding and getting into trouble with the teachers started.

I can't really blame my teachers, they didn't know I was autistic. they thought i was disobedient.

But the best thing that ever happened when I was in 3rd grade was my mom took me out of school and homeschooled me though a program with my school! that changed my life for the better. until my grandfather died and my mom put me back in day school for a while. then it started up again with being misunderstood.



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07 Dec 2010, 10:16 am

My first day was stressful. I sat in the back of the class doing not much of anything. I often hit and stabbed other kids with pencils when I got upset.



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07 Dec 2010, 2:52 pm

I don't remember the first day, but it was in kindergarten that I realized that I was different from the other kids. I remember sitting on a bench and watching them interact, play and say things to each other in a way that I couldn't understand. That's when I first began learning to copy their behavior in an attempt to fit in ,and it continues to this day. I manage to get it right at times, but it rarely feels normal.