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March 02, 2009


Jessica Miller

My mother dragged me into the classroom. I did not want to take off my coat or put down my bag because that meant I would be staying. With tears in my eyes and in my Mom's she left. I politely told the teacher, "I am sure you are very smart, but I do not actually need to stay here because my grandmother can teach me everything I need to know." By the end of the day I did not want to leave.

Jennifer Fong

I have 3 kids. My oldest went to kindergarten last year. He was so excited on the first day of school. New backpack...check! New clothes...check! New school supplies...check! As we got to school and walked to his classroom, he held my hand and stayed close. When his (wonderful) teacher invited them into the room, he gave me a big hug, whispered "I love you mommy" and off he went. Big boy that he is. Poor mommy sat there with the other parents outside the door peeking in as the teacher got them all started on their first day. And I realized my baby was walking away from me. A new, big boy was going to walk out at the end of the day.


I always hated first days. Well, I didn't mind the new clothes and shiny new school products, but I hated the standing in front of our door, getting my photo taken, a cheesy smile on my face. I also hated the newness of it all - first day at your new locker, first day figuring out where to sit.

Years (and years) after elementary school, it's kind of ironic that I was so excited to go back to school - by choice this time - for graduate study. And wouldn't you know, I got the same butterflies at each first class? EVERY TIME, the group of whoever arrived first would sit at our chairs, independantly leafing through our empty notebooks or calendars, in total silence. It was the worst awkward feeling, and even typing this makes my ears burn a little, LOL!

Jodi B

I have a 16 year old boy and a 4 year old boy, so I have experienced a first day and have another one to come. I remember my oldest. He was enrolled in a private kindergarten that had lots of open houses before the actual first day. When that first day came he marched right in and was ready to go. I have a picture of that day and the look on his face was so confident. He was really on his way. Of course all these years later, I can barely get him to wake up for school, but that is another story.

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