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How I Felt on the First Day of Kindergarden
LaDon Simeoni
English 100
J Stazinski

How I felt on the first day of kindergarten

One of my scariest event that I went through in life, when I was younger was going to school for the very first time. It seems like I was just getting though from preschool stage. Now here I am going to a bigger school in a new class room with more strange kids, as well as a new teacher. Are you kidding me! Now I have to face going into the real world where school is not full of fun and games anymore like is was in preschool. Now I have to actually do some school work like writing my name and learning colors, numbers and words and writing sentences. Wow how fun is that? I t seems like my old memories I had in preschool is just the thing in the past. Now it’s time to move on to another chapter in my life. It can also be so strange when a memory from your past can remain so clearly in your mind, after considerably for a long period of time.
I can remember my mother telling me for a few weeks prior to the big day how wonderful school was going to be and how I would meet a new crew of friends. She also told me that the other kids are going to be scared just like I am.

Now it‘s my very first day of kindergarten. Boy I was scared. The memories of walking to school were all so clear to me. I can vividly remember how I felt when I got inside my stomach was is knots. Now I am standing with my mother just like the rest of the kids, I saw parents leaving their kids behind. I turned to my mother and asked her why the kid’s parents are leaving. My mother answered me and said that they left their children here to play. That's when my mother failed to mention that she was going to leave me as well. Boy I said to myself she is going to leave me with twenty little strangers and one big lady. The big lady seemed to think that she was in control. I learned that she was my teacher. That's when my mother looked at me and said I will be back at the end of the day don't worry everyone is

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