My First Day As A Kindergartener

I remember the first day I walked into my kindergarten class, I clenched my mother’s hand with all my might to prevent her from letting go. The kids around me, whom I supposed were my classmates, had long let go of their mother’s had and were playing together, and even as a five year old, at that point I felt like an outsider. I pleaded my mom to not leave but my attempts failed as I found myself alone yet surrounded by complete strangers. As I stood in the center of the room while pushing back my tears and eyeing my mother make her way out the door, I heard the teacher call my name. I timidly walked towards the spot on the yellow carpet she was signaling at for me to sit on. I heard Mrs. Ross’s soothing voice but no matter how much I concentrated

And so when I am thirteen, one weekday in June, I am on my way to school to take an official state exam. There I am, standing at the bus stop, waiting. And at that moment a classmate of mine, a friend who lives walking distance from the school, here she comes. I wave to her, I expect her to wait for the bus with me, but she says she isn’t going. She’s going to the beach, she says, which is just a few blocks away as well. And she invites me along. I look out at the street, nervously. I look back at her.

The first day at my new school was strange. I didn’t know anyone. I went up the creaky staircase to my classroom. My teacher entered the room. The woman’s name was Mrs.son . She was a strange teacher. She almost looked possessed. Her eyes were huge and dark as blood. Her voice was low and mysterious. She gave us a unexplainable item.

I had just moved to los banos from San Jose. I just started going to a school at Westside . I went to the office to see the person in front I said "hi im new can you help me find my class.she said. your teacher is Mrs.r I’ll show you how to get to your class. I finally got to my class and. The teacher said "Have a seat at the back table. I sat down and there was a girl next to me. Her name was Maria we talked for a little while She said if I wanted to play at recess i said yes. "A few weeks past and Maria and i had some new friends there names were Serenity, Fernanda, and Mia.

A usual morning started with my mom saying, “My little sun, get up! It’s time to do great things!” When I finally opened my eyes, I saw that beautiful face in the lights of the sun. A lady, who always entranced me with her beautiful smile and clear green eyes, was unusually nervous. I stood up from my bed, and the next thing I noticed was beautiful black uniform on my chair. Having an idea to what that uniform would lead, I decided to pretend there was nothing to worry about. My mom said she was going to make a breakfast for me, so she went out of my room. It seemed to be a usual morning, but everything was unusual. A few minutes later I decided that my breakfast must be 100% ready. Walking down stairs of our huge house, I saw my parents quietly

My expectations for Kindergarten is that the students would be treated like pre-k. I think the kids would have more play time such as centers and dramatic play. I think kindergarten would be more of the students having fun and playing. I think the students would do the same things I did when I was in Kindergarten. Some of the things I thought the students would do many projects in class, watch educational TV shows, and do a lot of work in centers. The social development of kindergarten students I think they will be friendly and want to play with any and everybody.

It’s the first day of kindergarten. As you walk down the hallway to your child’s kindergarten classroom you see smiling faces on children, parents, and teachers alike. Upon entering the classroom the first thing you notice is how vastly different this experience is from your own first day of kindergarten. Rather than a room full of 20+ shy, teary-eyed kindergartners, the room you enter reveals structured, relaxed, yet engaging activity all around.

“Okay class,” the older women, who I presumed was the teacher began, “we have three new students this year!” I looked around trying to spot the other two kids who were probably feeling as overwhelmed as I was. The teacher continued, “They all came from Parkside Elementary School. What a coincidence!” My eyes immediately widened and shot up to the teacher in pure panic, oh no, is that what I nodded to? I looked at the kids around me who all seemed to be staring at me and two other kids sitting next to each other. Those two kids gave me a weird look that obviously said, I don’t recognize you, and I immediately wanted to throw up. I tried to will them with my eyes not to say anything while time seemed to pass slower

Throughout our lives we develop a label or a category that describes us. This label may be correct or incorrect, but whatever it may be it tends to take control of how we shape our lives. For example, if you wear black clothes, have black hair, and like rock music, you may be categorized as gothic. This will be what people know you as most of your life, or until you make a complete change. I have developed a certain label as a individual the very first day of kindergarten. I have always been thought of as a nerd. Even though none of my friends are really placed in this category, I am. I have always cared about how I do in school even though my mom and dad would probably have been okay with an average child in school. I really have no idea why I push myself so hard in school. This label has shaped by life because I really want to live up to this label, all my friends always want my help in school, and I have big dreams for my future.

It all started on what seemed to be an average December day. My mom drove me across the road to school in the morning, I went through my day in Miss Small’s class, and boarded the bright yellow bus after the day was over. I never expected that anything out of the ordinary had occurred during my adventures at school. But a little while later, I would come to realize this wasn’t true.

I was told to follow a middle-aged man. I listened as per usual, He leads me through short and narrow hallways and down strange stairs. Eventually, we reached a room with "Miss G. Catherine" written in small black letters on the door. I walked in, there were roughly 30 kids sitting at desks each with a textbook place neatly on top. "Name?" women about 30 years old asked, "Karina.G" I replied. She pointed to a desk and told me to sit there, so I did. I felt different sitting down, all the kids were talking to each other, all of them had phones and most of all, they were all happy.

The beaming sun shone down on me while the soft, warm breeze told me about how the upcoming days were going to be like. All around me I saw the sky-high buildings and the enormous mountains and I realized how much different it looked than the notorious city of New York. I was remembering the friends I missed so dearly, when all of a sudden, a strange sound snapped me back to reality. A shape approached me, but all I saw was the brilliant rays of the sun being thrown back in my face. Then, I realized that it was my mother.

Kindergarten in the 1870s was a place for the middle class children in Canada. However, the late into the 19th century kindergarten changed. It went from being a “novel childrearing alternative for the educated middle-classes and a popular means of maintaining cultural heritage among German immigrants, to becoming a widespread form of upper and middle class women's philanthropic work with poor children and an integral part of many public school systems” (Lazerson, 1973 from Dehli, 2014, p. 15). In the 1870s, there were only dozens of kindergartens. There were 400 kindergarten schools in 1880s. The change was likely due to the increase in jobs and industrial capitalism. Kindergartens became a place to help the poor “and immigrant urban children, and to 'improve' such children's families and communities” (Dehli, 2014, p. 14). In addition, the educators were usually middle class and upper class women. While there was a rise to industrial capitalism, there was a rise to women’s profession. In the 1870s and 1880s during the weekdays, thousands of three to five year old children gathered in churches, houses, and schools and engaged in games, songs, stories, and many more. When the educators were not caring for the children over the weekends the educators visited children’s homes and organized meetings with mothers that could be educators, volunteers, and contributors to the ECE community. They also promoted kindergarten through their writings, lectures, fundraising, and lobbying.

Even though I didn’t have much friends in kindergarten because of my bashfulness to make friends, I had a lot of fun with those friends at school. My friends were only Anna, Jason, and Michael and they were the only friends that I have because they were the only ones that started a conversation with me. I didn’t have much friends because I was too nervous and lacked the courage to introduce myself to others . I enjoyed hanging out with Anna, Jason, and Michael everyday at school. But one day when my mom came to pick me up from school, I noticed that my mom was talking to the principal and they were looking at me as they were talking. I was standing in a far distance, so I couldn’t really hear what they say. I was scared since I thought

The day I went to school with my mother. My mom asked my teacher when this paper was assigned about two weeks ago. I told my mother and my teacher it was my bad I had a lot of large projects I had to finish. I turned in my essay with all my other classmates. As I turned it in I felt so accomplished and proud of myself for finally finishing my essay. Three days later she hands back out essays. I am listening for my name to be called to go up and see what my score was for my paper. As I hear the names go by alphabetical order. I hear "Simone Barbar". I'm next! "Kathie Carlton". I thought to myself why did she skip me... I waited until every on eels had their essays to go up to ask why she skipped my name. I stand up from my desk. I push my chair in and walk back to her desk. Walking up to the mound of papers that where on her desk I could barely see over to look in her eyes. I made eye contact and asked her timidly "Why did you skip my name?" She looked