
It’s where I learned English, how to share and the proper way to spell my name.
I was five, a bright-eyed, curly haired girl with a brain thirsty for knowledge.
Although there is little I remember of the first day of elementary school, I have plenty of pictures of my last day in pre-kindergarten.
A blue graduation gown and a cap my mom had to pin to my hair to keep it from flying off.
My classmates all stood around oblivious to the fact that it would be the last time they would be treated as kids.
There would be little baby talk allowed, far less tolerance for pouting and even less patience for tantrums.
Kindergarten for me was a transitional time to learn at a higher level than my previous schooling that included growing up with a mechanic for a grandfather, a plumber for a father and a clean freak for a mom.
Times were good then but in kindergarten I learned quickly that the rules were different.
Teachers tell you what to do and sharing is at the top of the list.
But with a younger brother constantly vying for my attention, I wasn’t exactly friendly to him or anybody else.
My pencils were mine but even in kindergarten things change.
I changed. And the fact that I could spell my name helped wonders later in life.
I learned to be mindful of others, have manners and take in as much information as I could.
Luckily for me, my thirst was quenched at an early age by teachers and supplemented by hours of Discovery Channel and the History Channel straight into my teens.
Looking back on pictures of my last day in pre-kindergarten and my first day as an official student at age five, I realize that I’m not much different from the little girl squirming around in a blue gown with an annoying hat on her head.
At least now I don’t mind sharing my pencils and I’m pretty friendly to those around me.
I realize that some people learn as much as they can in school while others just walk on by. I took every chance I had to learn, do and see as much as I could.
And as kids walk into school again on Monday, I’ll be sitting at my desk thinking about how many of them are just like me at age five — bright eyed, curly haired and thirsty for knowledge.