by kindred | May 5, 2015 | Uncategorized
I’ll never forget my first day of Kindergarten. I was so paranoid that I would go into the wrong classroom, embarrass myself, and not make any friends. My Mom and Dad assured me that everything would be great: that I would love being at school everyday. To prepare me for the big day, they drilled all of my personal information into my head. Most importantly this included my phone number, which my mom made into a catchy song I can proudly sing to this day. Despite all the preparations I couldn’t shake off the nerves, but whether I liked it or not, it was time for the next chapter of my life to begin. Everything seemed to be going great; I got on and off the bus, entered Long Hill School, walked down the long hallway, and was kindly directed into Mrs. Karcher’s Kindergarten classroom. I choose a seat in the horseshoe formation of desks next to girl who seemed friendly. She even smiled at me! So far, so good. “This isn’t that bad,” I thought to myself, “I can do this.” After a lovely introduction Mrs. Karcher started to take role call. I knew I couldn’t mess this up, my name was the easiest thing to remember! I preferred the name Eddie, but my Mom told me the school uses full names on their official roster, so I knew when she called Edward Leavy, I could just tell her I preferred the nickname Eddie. “Just raise your hand at the right time,” I thought to myself. But Edward Leavy was never called. There were two problems at the...
