SCHOOL ALREADY?
JULY 6TH 1993
So far nursery school has been one of the most terrifying experiences of my life. I hate leaving home and I hate being alone. The first day I got to the school, I went down to my class with my mom and after she finished discussing with the teacher there, she smiled at me, hugged me and turned to leave with what seemed like the same kind of wet substance I saw in dad’s eyes. I ran to meet her and held her hand so we could go together but she let go of me. Just then, the teacher called out to me. I turned to find him and by the time I looked back, she was gone! She was gone!! I tried to run up the staircase to find her but my legs were too small, I had to crawl and when I got up to the last platform and found that she was nowhere in sight, I cried my life out. Hmm... while crying, some of the other children there started singing a song for me insinuating that I’m a cry baby who needed her mommy and I felt ashamed. Thinking about it now, I’m no longer ashamed, I don’t care about what they think, I love my mommy and would not want her to do stuff like that again.
Well! She did it again and again and my siblings assisted her as well until I kind of got used to it.
Today is my birthday and I think I am happy about it.
So far nursery school has been one of the most terrifying experiences of my life. I hate leaving home and I hate being alone. The first day I got to the school, I went down to my class with my mom and after she finished discussing with the teacher there, she smiled at me, hugged me and turned to leave with what seemed like the same kind of wet substance I saw in dad’s eyes. I ran to meet her and held her hand so we could go together but she let go of me. Just then, the teacher called out to me. I turned to find him and by the time I looked back, she was gone! She was gone!! I tried to run up the staircase to find her but my legs were too small, I had to crawl and when I got up to the last platform and found that she was nowhere in sight, I cried my life out. Hmm... while crying, some of the other children there started singing a song for me insinuating that I’m a cry baby who needed her mommy and I felt ashamed. Thinking about it now, I’m no longer ashamed, I don’t care about what they think, I love my mommy and would not want her to do stuff like that again.
Well! She did it again and again and my siblings assisted her as well until I kind of got used to it.
Today is my birthday and I think I am happy about it.
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