Kindergarten Confessions and Reflections

Yesterday, I spent the day at the beach with MR and BD. I’m still getting to know BD and discovered she was a teacher, kindergarten last year and 3rd grade coming up this fall. I had to ask what it was like – teaching was my lifelong dream until I realized just because I talk a lot doesn’t make me qualified.

Her stories centered around the first couple months of school – saying that was by far the hardest, once the kids got the idea of ‘school’ and ‘schedule’ it was a good time. But I didn’t even think of some of the things she was able to say she’s seen – children unable to take their ‘potty breaks’, and teachers nervous about lawsuits if they helped. Crazy stuff. I love talking to people in all lines of work and learning the things you’d never assume.

The day also gave me cause to reflect. As I was going to bed last night, I noted that I can vividly remember kindergarten. Not just from stories I’d heard, but my own consciousness. I have memories from before that, we moved when I was 5 or 6, and I remember the apartment prior to the house. I remember the kindergarten room, the test of knowing your shapes and colors, and my mom telling me how well I did. My grandmother was a teacher and she was helping me learn any time I was with her. I remember milk and snack time, and the little walls made of these cardboard “bricks” to separate us at our six-sided tables, the crayons that were the same shape as the table.

Thinking of BD teaching 3rd grade was different. I tried to remember 1st, 2nd, 3rd and so on as I fell asleep. Some vague ideas of things happening are there – the teacher who gave me “A Secret Garden”, the boy of my dreams moving to town, the meanest teacher, getting glasses – but not as vivid as my recollections before that time. I might remember that better than high school – I’m still trying to forget some of those! 🙂

How about you? What are your strongest or oldest memories?


8 thoughts on “Kindergarten Confessions and Reflections

  1. I have so many memories, but one of the clearest is from Kindergarten. It was fall, and we had all made big acorns out of construction paper, decorated them with paper leaves, colored on them, and hung them around the border of the chalk board. I remember being so happy with how pretty mine was, and it was right at eye level. I couldn’t wait to show it to my mom! But when I came back into the classroom after our playtime outside… *gasp!* Oh, the horror! Some wee criminal had taken a chalkboard eraser and beaten it all over my acorn! I was shocked and enraged. Sweet Ms. Clement tried unsuccessfully to quell my furor. But I would not be mollified; I wanted justice! Alas, the miscreant was never exposed… I suspect the search was not as intensive as I would have liked. I took my dusty acorn home, and never looked at craft-time the same way again.

    The End.

  2. It used to be this big special event to be asked to go outside and clap the erasers. Everyone was always begging to do it – why?

    Sorry about your acorn, and please, email me the whole story – that’s a guest blog post if I ever saw one coming!

  3. Kindergarten. I had to switch schools in the middle of the year, and everyone had their own little box of supplies. I assume no one told my mom I needed one, because I was the only kid who didn’t have a cute little box. So, instead of saying something to the teacher or to my mom, I just found some kid’s from the morning class and used his. I used to finish the projects that he left in there too…

  4. Yes, the clapping of the erasers was always a coveted task…

    Oh, and I would just like to clarify that the kiss I referred to was with a boy… lest anyone have preconceived notions about Catholic school girls circa 1991.

  5. I remember a good bit about kindergarten- as thus began my love of being a teacher’s pet. Playing smurfs at the little tables, playing the farmer & the dell, nap time- ick! and being happy to be one of the 1st kids to lose a baby tooth. Good times!!

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