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Tuesday, June 1, 2010

My first day of kindergaten


(A hyperactive 4 year old child's point of view)

Today when my Mommy woke me up I was scared. Mommy said yesterday that today I would be going to school. My sister told me that school was a very scary place and that everyone there would hate me. I DON'T WANT TO BE HATED!! I told on her and Mommy told me that she was joking but when I asked my brother he told me the same thing! I cried again and Mommy got mad at him. I stuck out my tongue at him and for some reason he pointed his middle finger at me. He looked really mad so I think what he did was some- Ooooooh! Butterfly...What a pretty butterfly...

Anyway back to when I woke up my Mommy told me that it wouldn't be scary and that I would make lots of friends but what if I don't make friends?! What if nobody likes the pretty butterfly toy that I brought for show and tell?! What if they all laugh at me?! Wahh!!!!! I'm so scared!!! I tell my Mommy and she tells me that it'll be ok. We start walking to school and I try to undo my braids so I can hide my face. Mommy notices and makes me stop so instead I hold Mommy's hand really really tightly and hope that I might fall and trip so that I can go back home and not to school. Mommy looks down at me and smiles but I'm still scared and I almost begin to cry. I don't because if I cry and somebody in my school sees me and calls me a crybaby nobody will want to be my friend. My backpack was starting to feel really heavy so I asked Mommy if she could carry it. She told me that I should be a big girl and hold it myself. I want to cry and and throw a tantrum but I don't want to be known as the big crybaby so I hold it in. We're at the school now and I see a lot of really really big kids. They all look really really scary and big so I hold my Mommy's hand even tighter and squeeze my eyes shut in case one of them notices me. I trip on a stone and end up falling on the ground. My knee hurts so much!!! My knee starts to bleed and I start to cry even though I don't want to. I now that all the people in the playground are staring at me now and laughing at me. My Mommy picks me up and hugs me and tells me it's ok but I'm still crying because it hurts so much. One of the really really big kids comes closer and I cry harder because they look mad at me. All of a sudden a yummy green lollipop appears in front of my face. I stop crying because green lollipops are my most favourite thing in the entire world! I love green lollipops and if i don't have at least one a day I get really mad. The big girl who gives me the lollipop is smiling and tells me that I should stop crying because I'm a big girl. I stop crying because I have a feeling that the really big girl will give me the lollipop if I do. She does give me the lollipop and I am super-duper happy! I love lollipops and butterflies! They are my most favourite things in the entire world! I have 27 butterfly toys at home and every time I see a new butterfly toy on TV I ask my Mommy to buy it. She says I can't because I'm wasting money but I don't think so because if Mommy makes me happy by buying it then it isn't wasting money. My birthday is on August 6th and my Mommy says that she'll buy another butterfly toy for me if I'm a goo- Ooooh...Another pretty butterfly...*gasp* It's PINK! I love pink! Pink is my most favourite colour and I love everything that is pink! And I- Oops... I think I forgot about school when I saw the green lollipop. I'm sorry.... I promise I'll never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever do it again!
Anyway, I'm super-duper really really happy now that I have a lollipop and I'm not so scared anymore! I'm sure that I'll make lots of friends at school and we'll all have lots of fun together! Lalalalalalala! I'm so excited! Lalalalalalalala! I'm so excited for school! Lalalalalalala! I'm going to have so much fun....
Oh dear.
I'm scared again.
What if nobody really does like me?! I finally think of this as Mommy starts to push me towards the door to kindergarten. I see a bunch of kids inside and they all look scared. Omigosh! Are they scared of me?! Is it because they saw me talk to a really really big kid?! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't want to not have any friends! Wahhhhhhhh!!!! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh n- Wait!



Am I not the only one that's scared too?
Mommy says bye to me and I wave back to her without realliy noticing it. I decide to be a big girl like Mommy always tells me to be and I go up to a nice looking girl with brown hair and pierced ears. PIERCED EARS! Can you believe that? My Mommy said that I can't have pierced ears until I'm 10 but this girl already has them and shes only 4! She also has pink butterfly clips in her hair! WOA! This girl is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo lucky! I wish my Mommy would let me have pierced ears and pink butterfly clips.
She looks really nervous so I stick out my hand for her to shake.
"Hi my name is Bobette" I say nervously, "What's your name?"
"Uhh... My names Urma." She says back. Wow, she seems scared just like me!
"That's a nice name. Do you want to be friends?" I smile at her and hope she wants to be my friend. It'd be really really super-duper cool if she was my friend.
"Ok" She smiles back at me and I am SUPER-DUPER REALLY REALLY HUMUNGO-BUNGO HAPPY!
"Do you like butterflies?" I ask because I really do hope that she looooooves butterflies.
"I do!" says Urma.
WOW!
I really am sooooo happy that I am even happier than when Christmas is here and I get presents!
I have a feeling that kindergarten isn't going to be so scary after all. :)


P.S. I just really really hope that my teacher isn't like this->

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