First day of School...

[Stan]

Remember your very first day of School?

My teacher was Mrs Eva Stelter, i thought she was the smartest person in the world she new EVERYTHING...

[cricket]

Nope. Don't remember it. I was only 3 though...

[rudywoofs (Pam)]

The thing I remember most about my first day of school was when all the kids were asked what kind of soup they wanted. My first answer was "vegetable beef".... wrong answer.

"We don't eat that here."

Odd, to my little 6 yr old brain. So then I said, "chicken noodle." Wrong answer again..

"We don't eat that here."

That went on another couple times, with me getting told "We don't eat that here." <img src="/adventist/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />

I finally asked what people there DID eat, and I got told "VEGETARIAN vegetable." I had no clue what kind of meat a *vegetarian* was, but thought I might as well try it. <img src="/adventist/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" />

Funny what people remember for so many years.

[Gail]

I was sent to school at 4 years old. I felt rejected... My mother told me for years afterward that she couldn't wait for the day she could put me in school

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[Amelia]

I don't remember my first day or the name of my teacher. But I do remember incidents. Like the day we all got vacinated. Back then there was a school nurse and all vacinations were done in the classroom. Anyway a classmate really didnt want any part of it and took off screaming. It took 3 teachers and nearly 30mins to find and drag this poor kid back for his turn.

[Nicodema]

No, but I remember on the evening of "Kindergarten round-up" (a public school ritual for families enrolling new kindergarteners) one of the adults there -- perhaps a teacher though I don't recall; might have just been another parent -- approached me unawares from behind, grasped me about the waist and suddenly lifted me up several feet in the air. (Why, I have no idea -- I was not engaged in doing anything that warranted adult intervention; merely standing there minding my own business.)

I had not seen her(?) coming, did not know who she(?) was, and held in that position, could not turn sufficiently to even see the face to find out. So my immediate and quite unpremeditated reaction as a four-year-old was to begin kicking, thrashing and screaming. Whereupon this "adult" put me down in dismay, made a rather loud display of being offended, and offered some rather unflattering comments to my parents concerning me based on this reaction.

They then told her in no uncertain terms precisely how stupid and idiotic she was. "We teach our children not to talk to strangers or get into cars with them or accept candy from them -- how do you expect a little girl to react when you sneak up from behind and grab her suddenly? She doesn't know who the hell you are! What on earth were you doing in the first place?"

Yay Mom and Dad! One of those stellar times they actually got it right. <img src="/adventist/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

[Nan]

Good on your parents, Nico. <img src="/adventist/images/graemlins/thumbsup.gif" alt="" />

I am the eldest so my first day at school was a bit emotional for my mother. She (rather pregnant with her youngest at the time) took me to school, and I was soon happily at a table with some other small girls, at least one of whom was crying. I just looked at my mother and told her I was OK, she could go home now. I think she felt flabbergasted and a bit rejected while Miss Independence was quite happy with the new arrangements. <img src="/adventist/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

I went to a public school, though we lived in a town with an SDA school. The issues were purely safety related, the public school was just down the street and the church school much further away, and over a busy main street where large construction trucks were travelling. My method of street crossing at that stage involved putting down my head and running across the street muttering "Trucks wont come, trucks wont come". Mum thought it was really a prayer! We did not have a car, and she had 3 younger children to care for, and could not have coped with walking me to the church school.

I contrast this with the very easy transition for my own children, who went to the church school with the children they knew well from church.

[gina i]

My first day of school was at a catholic school & my only memories of that are nuns spanking the *bleep* out of me! <img src="/adventist/images/graemlins/yucky.gif" alt="" />

[Dr. Shane]

I don't remember either. I remember playing duck-duck-goose in Headstart. I remember nap time in Kindergarden. I remember being punished in First Grade for using the word "hate" (please no Republicans jokes). I remember using my allowance to buy a Bible for my friend Brad Ottman but don't remember if it was Kindergarden or First Grade.

Alex just started school this past week. I was thinking about how my father had already abandoned us by the time I was Alex's age. I never really felt like I had resentments toward him at all but now as I watch my kids grow up, it is beyond me how a man can leave his family. I feel like raising these children in the Lord is one of my greatest responsibilities. Second only to being the husband my wife needs.

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[Nicodema]

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My first day of school was at a catholic school & my only memories of that are nuns spanking the *bleep* out of me! <img src="/adventist/images/graemlins/yucky.gif" alt="" />

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Tell me where it was so I can burn it to the ground in the night season. <img src="/adventist/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

There's only one cure for violent adults. Set fire to stuff. <img src="/adventist/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

[puddles]

My first day of headstart was (I thought) very exciting. I don't remember my teacher but I remember that we had meatloaf and mashed potatoes and there was this really neat little cube with a straw that had milk in it! And I'd never seen so many kids my age! I was an only child at that particular point in my life and never hardly had any other little folks to play with. I was absolutely in a most wonderful place for sure!

However, my dreams were crushed when someone pinned a note to my dress and upon arriving at home, after school, my Mother read it and told me that I could not go back to school until I was in first grade because my Daddy made too much money. I cried and cried. Kindergarten was not in our county at that point in time nor were there any such things as preschool.

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[Ellen]

You picked a good topic there, Stan. Everybody had a first day of education.

My first teacher was Mr. Sokol and we lived 5 miles away from it across Toronto. My Dad or Grandmother went with me on a bus and a streetcar to get there. (Mom had 2 young children at home)

I was in grade 1 (no K in SDA school then) and could only go till 2 p.m. the rest of the grades went to 3. So I would play at the sand table for the last hour - that was fun. there was only 1 room.

I would go home and be the teacher to my younger sister. That was fun too. <img src="/adventist/images/graemlins/luxhello.gif" alt="" />

[Michelle]

My mom taught me first grade at home. Then our church opened a one-room school in the basement of our church. I don't remember the first day, but I remember the teacher--Mrs. Tillman. I LOVED it. I love one-room schools (though I don't have the ability to teach multiple grades--yikes!). I cried when we moved in the middle of the year.

I had forgotten until reading Ellen's post--I also "taught" my younger brother. My mom said she knew since 1st grade I would be a teacher.

M

[LynnDel]

I was six when I went to a little one-room SDA school in Alamosa, CO, taught by Miss Joseph. There were six other students in the school, the majority of them in one family. They drove above 45 miles one way to get there. I later attended Campion Academy with a couple of those kids, and Thunderbird Academy with Bobby, my first-grade classmate, the one who demonstrated the tastiness of paste that first day of school.