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My First Day of Kindergarten

I began my life as a student at the ripe age of five , as most people do , in a small kindergarten classroom with a really sweet teacher and many other little people just like me , scared but excited to see what school was all about . I left the comfort of my home and my mother for cold hard reality of what it was like to be in the real world . The first day of kindergarten was both frightening and

liberating , and it literally was the first day of the rest of my life (in academia

I will never forget the first day on that intimidating large yellow school bus the ride to the school seemed to take forever , and the atmosphere on the bus seemed to be so cold and scary . I couldn 't see over the giant green backs of the seats to know what impending doom lie ahead or what frightening child sat behind me , staring a hole in my back through the gigantic seat . As the bus sped over bumps in the road , I flew out of my seat . I searched frantically for something to hold on to or for something to strap me down , but found nothing . If my backpack weren 't , it would have gotten sucked into the unknown world of the rest of the bus , where big kids , bullies , and rows and rows of green seats awaited its arrival . The whole thing was shady , and I was scared I was no more than prey awaiting my fate on this yellow contraption until we finally arrived at school for the next big surprise

Upon first sight of the school , I felt relived , kind of like I had just peed . I had to check myself to be sure . OK .whew . However , after stepping off of the bus (I think I flew off , really , I looked at the foreboding structure in front of me and immediately , I felt institutionalized , as if my parents had somehow let me down and sent me away somewhere because I had done something terribly wrong . Maybe they had found out that I drowned that stray kitty cat when I was four . This was my punishment

School was huge and there were big doors that I could not open therefore , I could also not escape . I had to bring a rug to lie on , as if I were a puppy . Maybe they were never going to let me leave and this was going to be my bed forever . Maybe this really wasn 't school maybe this was prison for five year olds who had drowned kitties when they were four . I started to hate my parents as I saw all the fat ladies with whistles telling me where to go and as I lined up behind several people my size with rugs too . They were corralling us into a room like sheep who were about to be sheared . As soon as...

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