First day of school from a 5 year old.

I went to the big kids school today! My teacher was so nice and funny. She is kind of squishy and has curly hair. I like her a lot.

We had snack time and recess and even lunch. I saw so many other kids too. They were all kind of different. 

I never knew some kids couldn't eat pork. The girl at lunch said her family doesn't eat pork. Why mom? Why can’t that girl eat pork? She was eating chicken. Isn't that the same thing?

A big teacher named the principle came in to say hello and we were all really excited he brought stickers. I got the dinosaur one. It is red and grey. The principle was talking about no running in the hallway because kids fall down and get hurt. When he said that, my new friend Brett said he didn’t care because he saw people get shot before. I thought he meant in the video games, like my big brother plays, but he said it was real life. I didn’t know if he was serious because I never seen a shooting before and I don’t want to because it’s scary. I hope Brett was just joking. Where my mom and dad live our house would never see something like that. Brett must live in some bad part of the town.

There was this one girl and her clothes were so dirty! Her mom must not be like my mom. She must hate to clean her kid clothes because my mom always cleans my clothes and she loves it. They smell good like a garden. But why did her clothes have dirt? It’s the first day of school and she is already dirty so I probably won’t be playing with her because she smells. Another kid, Joey he is almost 6 he told me and he said the smelly girl lives in his neighborhood and he said she has no mom just a dad. What is he talking about? Every kid has a mom and dad, duh. These kids don’t know anything.


The last part I want to share is about me. I woke up today with my new sneakers and t-shirt and I was so happy to go to school. This place is really cool and big and there are big kids on the other side. I can’t wait to be a big kid and do those things. For now I will be happy with my class and my cool teacher who is nice. I want to make friends and learn about stuff so I like coming here. I missed mom though because usually we have our morning time and today I went away during morning time. I hope my mom knows I missed her and even though I like school a whole lot, she is still my favorite person not my teacher.

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My intention behind this blog is to display what a child goes through, often, upon starting school or simply meeting different kinds of people. A school district often stretches miles and allows many different types of families to join. Just because your child may be blessed with a good neighborhood, food, clothes, friends, and parents, does not mean every kid he or she meets will be able to mirror that. Bullying starts at home. When the parents, in my opinion, do not prepare their kids to be well rounded and understanding of other faiths, backgrounds, races, violence, etc, the kid thinks "their" way is the "only" and "best" way to be. They don't understand that some families are broken or struggling. If this was real and this was my kid's experience, I would sit him or her down and instead of egging on the "yeah we are so great and I hope you see now how blessed you are!" I would try to expose them to the truth, no matter how sad, because perhaps if my kid said these things to me and I could help make my child compassionate towards others, the kid could change others around him or her. 

This was a fictional write, just for fun, as many parents are sending off their kids to their first days. I know you parents must be so crazy busy with dinner, cleaning, working, trying to eat, packing lunches, etc, but sit with your baby. Ask about their first day. Not just how it was, ask real questions. Be interested. There's nothing more sad than a child coming home excited to spill all their new adventure to a parent who is just too busy to listen (for good reason or not.) 

Hope you enjoyed, please share or comment <3

-ssr

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