ah, kindergarten

Getting sweet Caroline ready for Kindergarten and reading / discussing parts of Ramona, the Pest (John and Caroline just finished reading it as her bedtime book, but I read a night or two to her) have me reminiscing on my own kinder year. I was not a bad kid — in fact, I was probably a pretty forgettable kid in that I was mostly quiet and didn’t stand out much or get in trouble. I guess my memories of “trouble” stand out more, though.

In my day, we went to kindergarten for half a day (which I really wish we did now!). I had Mrs. Brittain in the afternoons (judging from the class yearbook picture.) I have no memories of who was in my class except for my best friend Jennifer.

I remember, before school even started, playing on the playground at kindergarten registration. I was playing with the son of my mom’s friend on the see saw, and I was at the top…my first time ever on a see saw, I think, when he jumped off. BOOM! I think I cried and I think he had to apologize.

Once school started, I remember having my chair taken away from me because I wasn’t sitting in it right. I think I had my knee in the seat but was pretty much standing and fidgeting. How would taking my chair away from me help me to learn to sit right?

I remember that we had to write our numbers on Big Chief tablet every day. Every.day! It took forever. We had to write, like all the way to 20 or something! It took a ridiculous amount of time and energy. So, one day, when I got to those incessant teens, I had a time-saving revelation. I took out my ruler and made a line all the way down the page. Then I just filled in the second digit of the teens. Genius, really, I was. But Mrs. Brittain did not think so. I got in trouble and had to redo the work.

I remember getting on the wrong bus one day. I am not sure if that was kindergarten or not, though.

And I remember whispering in Mrs. Brittain’s ear our vote for class favorites. My best bud Jennifer and I said we’d each vote for the other. I whispered my vote for Jennifer in Mrs. B’s ear. But I can’t be sure Jennifer did the same for me. She won.

I guess, considering how long ago it was and how little I was, I do remember quite a bit. Oh, and how could I forget the memory that just came to me: Weekly Reader! I just searched and it’s still around.