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admoore
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 Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 8:58 am Post subject: First day of kindergarten |
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just a question... how wasyour first day/week at kindy?
for the first week i just screamed and cried and im sure no others in my class did this.
so yea how did yours go? |
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tomamil
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| Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 9:14 am Post subject: |
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the same, but not just for the first week. i was unbearable, when my mom needed someone else from the family to take me to the kindergarten, no one was willing to go through the hell with me. and i used to tell the teacher, who was just yelling at me most of the time to get me under control, not to do that because she is not my mom and only she can yell at me. 
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pandd
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| Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 9:32 am Post subject: |
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| Kindergarden was confusing to me. I had no idea how to participate effectively. No one explained how things worked so I spent my time watching other kids and desperately yelling 'my turn' whenever anyone stopped using something so someone else could have a turn, in unsuccessful attempts to gain access to equipment and activities. |
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admoore
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| Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 9:38 am Post subject: |
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| yes and pandd were u always made to sit away from the other in time out? |
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Spokane_Girl
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| Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 9:41 am Post subject: |
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I was never in normal kindergarten because I was in special ed with kids up to nine years old because my class went up to third grade. Then in forth grade, the kids were in a new special ed class next door. My elementary school had special ed classrooms for all 12 grades.
I was excited when it was my first day of school and then I was shy and nervous after school started. I can remember when I first came to class, we all had a coloring sheet on our desk. I take out my crayons and start coloring but I wouldn't put my crayon down when the teacher told us to. But I wasn't finished, so I kept coloring. I hated leaving things unfinished and I had to finish the picture first before I put the crayon down. Took me maybe a few days to learn how to put the crayon down even if I wasn't done with the picture or my coloring sheet would have been taken away. I would finish it later eventually.
I even had troubles learning how to adjust to change because it wasn't like my other school I went to when I was three four and five. I can remember having tantrums (or were they meltdowns. I don't know the difference).
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pandd
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| Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 9:48 am Post subject: |
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| admoore wrote: | | yes and pandd were u always made to sit away from the other in time out? |
No. Most of the time was 'free-play'/unstructured. I was very interested in the wood working activity area which was located outside and not directly supervised by an adult. The other kids would all just assert it was someone else's turn/not my turn/I was not in-line. The other children were applying the rules objectively (although because I did not understand the rule they were applying, it did not seem that way to me at the time). No adults were involved. |
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Arbie
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I liked it. This is before schools had to teach kids real information in kindergarten. It was a relatively small class and we spent most of our time playing with various kinds of toys with a few basic number or abc worksheets and we watched sesame street everyday.
I also remember that the teachers aid used to dress up as a clown named cocoa sometimes and me and one other kid figured out that it was her and when we asked her about it she admitted it and a bunch of the other kids cried.  |
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I remember I couldn't sleep at all the night before. I was terrified I would walk into the wrong class. I kept repeating to myself "go into the right classroom, go into the right classroom"
When I got to school I was sitting in the classroom for about 30 minutes before they told me to go into the class across the hall.... |
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admoore
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| Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 9:56 am Post subject: |
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| i vivdly remeber we had a schedual where half the class playd on play ground and half played with wood and nails. i remember i enjoyed with playn with wood and nails by myself and ddnt want to play imaginary on play ground with the others and then for some reason to this day i still dont no i was in trouble for this. |
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ooOoOoOAnaOoOoOoo
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| Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 10:00 am Post subject: Re: First day of kindergarten |
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| admoore wrote: | just a question... how wasyour first day/week at kindy?
for the first week i just screamed and cried and im sure no others in my class did this.
so yea how did yours go? |
What a question! That one deserves a LOL. ( because of all the drama I went through just to be allowed to go in the first place) I didn't scream or cry because I had been in daycare most of my life and being away from home was not an issue. I also had stayed in the hospital a few times. I was used to being away from home.
My mother was very strange and wasn't really much of a mother. For one thing, her and my father were chronic alcohol abusers and she also had prescriptions for painkillers, tranquilizers, she took on a regular basis so between that and her job teaching her patience and energy were pretty much non existent.
She didn't think I needed to be mothered that much for some reason and just stuck me in daycares as much as she could, until I was old enough to go to school, that took the place of the daycares. I would have been much happier in a good daycare but my mother found the worst ones she could after she left my dad. And then she tried to brainwash me into thinking my father was so bad. I believe she was the worst of the two. My dad has to be admired for what he did with his life before he met my mother. Despite his problems, he was in the military and to me that alone is quite an accomplishment, I don't know how he got them to recruit him. Not that I am a big fan of the military, I wouldn't join it. But I admit, my father has to be admired for actually getting them to accept him and staying in so long. It fell apart after being married to my mother for a few years and if you knew how she undermines people's confidence and tries to make them feel like utter worthless crap, you would understand why it all fell apart after he married her.
Anyway, my first day of kindergarten wasn't so tough because my mother had done a lot of talking and had me tested and blah blah blah, she had her "getting me into kindergarten" speech memorized. Some might think this is admirable too but I often wonder if my mother didn't have some weird ulterior motive. She knew what school was like (she was a teacher herself in the public schools) and yet she didn't think it was a bad idea to put me in regular classes with normal kids. Now, I didn't really belong in the special classes either because my educability score was way too high for those classes. As I have often said before, there was just no place for me. |
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Anemone
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I started nursery school when I was 3 1/2 and it was managable only because my brother was there with me almost all the time (except when he was sick) so we clung together. Otherwise I would have been a scared little ghost hiding in the corner. We were both shy, so we did things together and avoided the noisy kids. When he wasn't there, I planned my activities around where the noisy kids weren't. It wasn't a big nursery school, so it wasn't too bad.
In kindergarten I was mostly ok, though bored. We sat at desks and practiced writing our alphabets. My teacher thought I was retarded because I was so quiet. She didn't know I already knew how to read. One day she said "the next person who makes a noise gets his mouth taped shut!" so I was afraid to ask for permission to go to the washroom and ended up wetting my pants. Got out of school early that day.
In Grade 1 we moved to a new neighbourhood and I got lost on the way to school the first day I went on my own, not because I didn't know where it was, but because I was too shy and didn't trust my own judgement. My mother had arranged for me to go with another girl and I was supposed to call on her but I was so afraid I would go to the wrong house I tried walking to school on my own instead. Then when I saw some kids in my class go one way, I was so scared I was wrong I went the other way and ended up at a different school. They didn't know what to do with me and sent me to another school on a bus. They didn't know what to do with me either. Eventually I ended up at the right school, and from then on I became a fearless explorer, setting off in the direction my instincts told me, willing to look like a fool if I was wrong, at least some of the time. Or at least willing to walk in the same direction as classmates even if I was in immanent danger of being made fun of for getting everything wrong. |
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RubieRoze
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| Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 11:20 am Post subject: |
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In all of her brilliant wisdom, my mother didn't enroll me in kindergarden until the semester was halfway over already, which set me off to a wonderful social beginning. (Smell the sarcasm.) 
Academically, I caught up. Socially, I never did. Given my condition, perhaps my social life wouldn't have been great anyway, but there's always that "what if" factor that I wonder about. 
The first day was like every day that followed: Me understanding the teacher WAY better than any of my classmates.
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Sora
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I didn't mind. I never minded being left alone or anything.
It was very boring in kindergarten though since I didn't play there and it was loud too, of course.
I didn't want to go to school after the first day. I said elephants were grey and since they didn't have that colour to colour my name tag, I wanted to make the elephant blue. They didn't have it. I should go with another colour like all others kids, they said.
I insisted an elephant was never pink. Nor yellow. Just grey and that blue was at least somewhat like grey.
I ended up colouring the elephant pink and lilac in a huge protest.
The 1st day was an excellent prediction of how school would be. I could either do everything I learnt in 1st grade already or I learnt it in minutes. Boring, annoying, but never minded going there.
I was obvious of most social interaction, so I didn't have to worry about that. I didn't play with others at all and I also didn't talk with others much.
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Jeyradan
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| Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 11:47 am Post subject: |
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I remember that on our first day of reception class (that was kindergarten), we received red workbooks that had all of the letters and numbers in them to be copied and learnt. We were to do a section each day, which took very little time, and if we finished early, we were allowed to play with the classroom toys. I loved building precarious structures with the blocks, and I loved making patterns on the corkboards where you were supposed to hammer in nails with a little hammer (but I hated the hammer and just pushed them in with my hands). Since I could already read (and didn't like the classroom books because they were for people who couldn't) and count, these were much more interesting than the workbook. So I finished the whole workbook, because I knew I'd get more time to play that way. The teacher was very surprised when she found out, and I remember that I thought I had done something bad from her reaction.
I never got my playtime, though. She just graduated me to the blue workbook, and when I finished that, gave me chapter books to read and a journal assignment. (Should've just stuck with the red book!) I had no friends, and would always sit at the very back of the class when the teacher read to us, because I didn't want to be surrounded by other kids. Every morning the whole school had to attend assembly, and each grade took turns "presenting" (singing a song, doing a skit, etc.). Whenever it was my class' turn to sing, I was too overwhelmed and too shy, and just kept my mouth shut. One day, I noticed the assembly teachers marking me down for not having sung along. I reasoned that they knew because my mouth was closed, so from then on, I mouthed along with the song - but poorly, just opening and closing my mouth, not in time with the music. I never figured out why I still kept getting zeros for participation. I didn't think they could tell.
School ended early that year, because they knocked the building down with a wrecking ball. In retrospect, I didn't do very well at all in reception class, other than academically.
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