Once, when everyone was supposed to get up after nap time, I pretended to still be asleep. When my teacher tried to wake me up I didn’t do anything. So she left me for comatose, untill I decided to “wake-up” during dress-up time.
I recall getting of the bus crying my eyes out, getting an A+ for spelling, playing tamborine, and last but not least, hearing a Harry Chapin song many years later. Flowers are Red. Its a wonderful song. I am glad that this board was set up, I might have forgotten all this otherwise…
My kindergarten teacher, Mr. Stone, entered teaching as a second career in the 70’s.
He would go to each child’s house for lunch so we could see and understand he was a real person. He made it a point to go to the bathroom so we could see that, too.
I also remember how the room was set up, and that the name of the school was Chaparral Elementary in Calabasas, California. I also remember that I had a “Space: 1999” lunchbox, and another kid did too, and that there was a boy in the class named Robin.
Wow.
Robin
I have many memories.
I’ve always been a bit of a rebel. Our teacher gave us these blank books and on the covers it said, “My Book of Shapes”. Of course, me, the artist seeing blank paper, was thrilled, and immediately drew a nifty little person made entirely of shapes. I showed it to my tablemates, and they loved it. The teacher strolled up, let out a yelp, tore the booklet from my hand, threw my book away, and gave me a new one, much to my horror. Turns out I was supposed to wait until the teacher drew a shape on the board, and then copy hers. Gees…my creativity, squelched!
I remember finally learning that I had a last name! I liked my friend Holli’s name better than mine (I LOVED writing the letter H) so I’d write Hs all over my papers.
The teachers would always give us fluoride pills. I never ate mine. I’d pretend, but then I’d take it out of my mouth and throw it under my table. One time the teacher separated the desks for testing and there sat my pill in its white glory. “Whose is that?” she asked, but I suddenly became interested in a picture on the opposite wall.
Yes, I had a love…his name was Jimmy. I only loved him from afar, though he lived down the road from me and I was always allowed to go play at his house. I made him a huge Valentine card but never gave it to him. I still have it…I cried my little eyes out when he moved at the end of the year. Last I heard, he’s now at the local Vo-Tech school and he’s a “punk”. I wish I could see him, see how he’s changed.
Welfy, I’m Amish and they hurt me everyday. It’s painfull.
Man, so many memories, but I can’t remember wether which belongs to Kindergarten or Pre-Kindergaten. No one mentioned Pre-K, so I’ll throw in a quick Pre-K memory.
Pre-K: I learned to read during naptime. To this day, I don’t know why my teacher decided to teach me during naptime. But I remember the name of the book: Sam’s Nap. Fitting, huh?
Kindergarten: I remember this cutie named Jordan. Every girl in my class wanted to marry him. In fact, I have a distinct memory of a certain girl sitting on top of poor Jordan & informing us all that she’d be the first to marry him. He left school after Kindergarten and I didn’t see him again until our moms (with both of us in tow) met in Macy’s when I was in second grade. We both hid from each other behind our mothers. He was still gorgeous.
Luis Cardenas. ::sigh:: Cute buy with big brown eyes and a little hair curl on top. We did a dance for everyone at the Cinco de Mayo program. We were supposed to be part of a group but at the last minute they only let us perform. I think we were tricked into doing it alone.
I also remember hitting my sister’s boyfriend because he kissed her in front of me. I still don’t know what that was all about.
The entire school went on an overnight trip to Aquarena Springs. I slept with my teacher. She said I kicked a lot. I remember the next morning the kids making fun of John Pena for wetting the bed. I felt sorry for him and told him that I had wet the bed too. It was a lie but it made him feel better.
Kindergarten the first time. Some teachers made a super8 movie. The best part was when it was re-wound at high speed. My friend Jack appeared to back his tricycle into the jungle gym and bump his head.
Kindergarten the second time. Just out of high school I was a teacher’s aide. One summer we basically flooded the sand boxes and built sand castle cities with canals and boats for an entire week. Actually, the best part of Kindergarten-the-Sequel was all the cute moms…
Some of those kids are now older than their parents were then. And I’m realizing that some of my friends and co-workers were of kindergarten age about the time I was teaching.
Tempus fugit.