Education in America’s society holds a high value, without it we as a people would not make it anywhere. In today’s society a high school diploma simply is not enough to make a good living, especially if you have a family. Although I did not always have a high value for education my experiences in school and at home has taught me to value my education.
I am one of the fortunate people who can vividly remember their first day of school. What I remember most about my first day of school is how much I did not want to be there. I never went any place with out my mother until then and when I realized that she would not be staying with me at the school I threw a tantrum.
I began screaming and yelling, “NO, MOMMY, PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME!!” I was very hysterical. My mother and the teacher, Mrs. Potter, decided that maybe my mother should stay until the class left the cafeteria. My mother made the decision to accompany the class to the assigned room and sit with the class for a while because she was very concerned about me and I'm sure she did not want to leave me there too.
My mother and Mrs. Potter thought that when I was settled in and calmed down that it would be a good time for my mother to leave. Unfortunately, when my mother did leave my reaction was even worse than the tantrum I threw in the cafeteria.
I tried to follow my mother out of the class and then Mrs. Potter grabbed me. I was five years old at the time and I was very frightened. I had never been to the school before, never been around the stranger she was leaving me with and now I was being restrained from getting to the most familiar person that I knew there and she was leaving me.
To top everything off, I remember being terrified of my teacher and I thought she mean looking and now the mean looking woman who I did not know was grabbing me and holding me.
What else to do but protect myself? I began to swing my arms and scratched at the teacher. I screamed and shrieked, bit and kicked her but no matter how hard I fought I could not escape. It felt like we were struggling forever and finally I had worn myself out and fell asleep.
I think back to my very first day of school every time my kids are getting ready for their first day back to school from summer vacation. I am just happy neither of them never had such a difficult time going to school or getting adjusted. Despite the diffficulties I managed to graduate Kindergarten and move on gracefully even now as a college student.
I am one of the fortunate people who can vividly remember their first day of school. What I remember most about my first day of school is how much I did not want to be there. I never went any place with out my mother until then and when I realized that she would not be staying with me at the school I threw a tantrum.
I began screaming and yelling, “NO, MOMMY, PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME!!” I was very hysterical. My mother and the teacher, Mrs. Potter, decided that maybe my mother should stay until the class left the cafeteria. My mother made the decision to accompany the class to the assigned room and sit with the class for a while because she was very concerned about me and I'm sure she did not want to leave me there too.
My mother and Mrs. Potter thought that when I was settled in and calmed down that it would be a good time for my mother to leave. Unfortunately, when my mother did leave my reaction was even worse than the tantrum I threw in the cafeteria.
I tried to follow my mother out of the class and then Mrs. Potter grabbed me. I was five years old at the time and I was very frightened. I had never been to the school before, never been around the stranger she was leaving me with and now I was being restrained from getting to the most familiar person that I knew there and she was leaving me.
To top everything off, I remember being terrified of my teacher and I thought she mean looking and now the mean looking woman who I did not know was grabbing me and holding me.
What else to do but protect myself? I began to swing my arms and scratched at the teacher. I screamed and shrieked, bit and kicked her but no matter how hard I fought I could not escape. It felt like we were struggling forever and finally I had worn myself out and fell asleep.
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| Sarah V. Tores Age 5 |
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