After 2 years or so, I was in kindergarten. It wasn't everything I expected. I expected it to be like the shows I watch on TV.A sandbox in every classroom, a super nice teachers that gives out candy every hour, etc. The classroom wasn't 100% if what I expected. But something in kindergaten made me happy year through. I had my first crush on a girl named Maria. Her mom and my mom had the same job. So we met at each other's houses for our parents to carpool, sometimes. But soon my mom got another job at a different place. So we hardly saw each other outside of school. So my mom basically cockblocked me. And for those of you who don't know what cockblock means, it means to prevent a guy from getting a girl. Anyway, but seeing her there was enough to make me happy. I still have some friends today, but we hardly talk, that I knew since kindergarten. Kindergarten was also ther first year I cried in school. Not because I was hurt, but because of me being accused of false crime. A friend of mines, forgot name, threw sand at someone named Diane. He blamed me and I had to sit on what I always feared, the bench. To me at the time, the bench was like an eternal hell that never ended. However, one day me and maria were stuck on it at the same time. After recess would be over, we just stayed there until the teachers yelled at us to get off. Anyway, this is just a little dip in the pool for a piece of elementary school.
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