Does anyone remember their first day in kindergarden?

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I remember being violent I'd throw stuff and get angry a lot. I remember stomping on someones toy they brought in for show and tale. I was in trouble A LOT From Kindergarden- 5th grade. Afterwards I had a major surgery and from 5th-11th was tutored/class over the phone/and finally homeschooled. I didn't step back into a school environment until 12th grade at the Community College to get my GED. No school environment since 5th grade! That was a culture shock. IMO this is why I had bad behavior and upset that teacher I still behaved as I did in grade school (by going to her office daily) but hey that was/still IS "normal" to me. Oh well.

My mother dropped me off in the classroom. I marched off without looking back. She was somewhat miffed.

I sat eagerly in my chair, staring at the chalkboard. I was told I would learn things in school and was very excited by such a prospect. The other children roamed about talking, playing, and hanging up their coats, but not me. I sat at my table, hands folded in front of me, patiently staring at the board.

Finally, the teacher called the class to order and welcomed us all. Then she had to stop to tell me to take off my coat and hang it up since I hadn't bothered to do so when I first came in (it never occurred to me to imitate the behavior of the other children, nor did I notice they all had removed their coats). Afterwards, we got a picture to color featuring two girls reading a book. I decided they were really "vegetable people" from a planet where plants ruled and humans were slaves, so I colored them green. A girl looked at my picture and complained I was weird.

Then the teacher took role call. The other children found out I had a funny sounding last name. My fate was sealed from that point on. Three days later, the girls and boys had segregated themselves into two seperate tables. I didn't know where to sit and some girl told me, "This is the girl table and that is the boy table." I thought, "How can a table be a boy or a girl? It's made out of metal and plastic!"

I was a stupid child.

I remember taking the bus to school and I walk in the classroom and my teacher had a coloring sheet on each desk. It was an apple. I sit down in my seat and take out my crayons and start coloring. Then the teacher tells everyone to put their crayons down. I refused to put my crayon down because I wasn't done yet so I had to keep finishing the picture. I couldn't understand why I had to put the crayon down, I wasn't finished and the teacher was telling me to put it down. I remember seeing how other kids had put their crayons downs and the teacher also kept making sure they were down. But luckily I finished the picture.

I remember it being dimly lit, quiet, very surreal. I sat across from a blond haired kid and played with toy dinosaurs.

I remember both my first and last days of kindy and school.

1st day of kindy I wouldn't let my mum go. I was clinging to this other lady thinking she was my mum and when I realised she wasn't I was frightened embarassed and scared.

i remember being really scared because i missed the "first day of kindergarten" because i had pneumonia... and i didn't want to be the "new kid"... but i think i only actually missed one day...

i also remember leaving kindergarten a few weeks early because my mom had to go to field camp (part of getting her geology ph.d) and she couldn't leave me with my dad for some reason so she hired someone from my preschool to come along and take care of me... mom later told me she (the lady from my preschool) had been reluctant to go, but then when we got there she got a huge crush on the guy in the next cabin XDD

i remember discovering that throwing a rock at a rat trap can cause the rat trap to jump in the air O.O that was scary

The only thing I can remember from my first day of kindergarten was the teacher saying hello to me...

I responded by clinging to my mom and trying to hide from the teacher. I think my mom wasn't very happy about that

Yes I remember. I freaked out and didn't want to stay. I didn't get on with the other kids but was obsessed with the "stickle bricks" and all I wanted to do was build with them. I hated the other kids being around because they would just like to knock bricks down. They all seemed loud and unpredictable and destructive.

In the end I was taken out of pre-school because it just wasn't working and my parents put me into school one year late because they knew I wasn't ready.

I never was ready, as it turns out and school was always a disaster for me.

On the first day of kindergarten I walked right in the classroom with no problem. In a short time though I was overwhelmed with all the kids yelling, running around, and climbing over things before class actually began. I stood at the edge of it all and didn't do anything. The best times in kindergarten we're the quiet times; milk time, nap time, drawing time, and the weekly "standard broadcast" piped in over the PA system broadcast by a local AM radio station on some interesting topic.

The first day of first grade was a different story. I didn't get into the classroom. When we arrived at the classroom, I told my mom I felt sick, and we went home. I didn't have the words for what I really felt which I now know was overwhelmed. I did make it in the second day and the teacher must have told the class to be nice to me since I was welcomed in.

I didn't miss any more "first days" after that. I think I was more prepared for what was going to happen.

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.

I don't remember preschool very much, other than one memory of the teacher telling me to join the other kids when I wanted to read a book by myself. My parents told me that they were scared for me on my first day because I didn't speak any English (they were first-generation immigrants), but by the end of the first month I was exclusively talking in English. Ironically, now I don't speak my "native" tongue very fluently.

I remember my first assignment in kindergarten very vividly. We were all given sheets of paper with four horizontal lines. The teacher said to pick up a red crayon and trace a solid red line across the page. So I did that. Four times. Done! Then I got really embarrassed when the teacher said her next instruction, which was to take a blue crayon and trace a dotted blue line across the second space. In my defense, she took at least five minutes in between the two instructions.

Technically no - my birthday was in the wrong place, so I went straight to 1st grade in private school skipping public kindergarten.

But I remember vividly being taken there and siting being puzzled and bothered by Uncle Wiggily while my father got me registered, and then recess the first day - I went up top a hill ans stayed hidung out in the trees when everybody else went in. No idea what happened next though.

I remember crying and not letting go of my mothers leg for a while.. but I also remember playing with the other kids and even having a "girlfriend" at some point.

I remember crying and not letting go of my mothers leg for a while.. but I also remember playing with the other kids.

I screamed and wailed for my mum. I remember it vividly. I don't remember anyone in my class, just the two older 'helpers' that had to deal with my wailing. My sister was there to calm me down too.

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.