Aloha humans! I talk a lot about the first half of Highschool, and that is really such a small part of my life, so… let’s talk about kindergarten!
This is really a collection of stories from Kindergarten, so be ready for that.
So, first, on the first day I met Lyn. We shared Play-Doh, I’m pretty sure I’ve talked about this before.
Now, for some new, more interesting stories.
This maybe could’ve been mentioned in my love life post, but I didn’t think it counts. In Kindergarten, this kid (we’ll call him Go-Go, since that was a nickname he went by) had a crush on me. He didn’t talk much but he would follow me around, he’d set his mat next to mine for nap time, and he was kinda creeping me out. I won’t deny I once took advantage of that crush to borrow his blanket when it was cold, but aside from that one thing, I was mostly uncomfortable. There was this treehouse the line-leader got to nap in and I always liked it when he or I was line-leader cuz then he couldn’t set his mat by mine. I’d even be near the door cuz nobody went there since the light made it hard to sleep.
Another thing, I was crazy about drawing even back then. I really wanted to play with blocks one time, but everybody else was using them and wouldn’t let me play. So instead I drew out what I would build. I even kept track of how many blocks there were of each shape so I didn’t draw anything I couldn’t actually do. My teacher called me an architect an I got fixated on that for a few days before I finally decided architecture wasn’t for me.
We had these really cool MLP toys that were like, pull-back scooters they could ride on, a little toy radio that I either stole or had one exactly like (I can’t remember which) and a bunch of other stuff like that. I always loved playing with those, especially the radio cuz it had one up-beat song and one lullaby and neither had lyrics so they were really pleasant to listen to.
One time we were playing hide-n-seek and I was the queen of hide-n-seek, let me tell you. I’d always think to hide in places nobody really thought of. Anyway, one time I decided to hide in my locker. We were the cool class that had lockers instead of cubbies (it was awesome). So, I hid in my locker thinking “I know how to get out of these from the inside, I saw it on TV once.” Turns out, however, that the little latch thing on the inside of lockers is a pinching hazard and had a guard over it so we tiny kindergarteners wouldn’t pinch our fingers. So, I was stuck. I didn’t say anything right away, cuz I still wanted to win. However, the other kids (except Lyn) gave up when they couldn’t find me. And then the teacher went to start circle time. That’s when I started banging on the locker, but nobody noticed at first. I get that it was a loud classroom but geez! Anyway, eventually the teacher let me out of the locker and banned hide-n-seek.
There was a kid in our class (let’s call him… Brad) who was pretty nice. Brad was always trying to help people and was one of the few kids other than Lyn that I consistently got along with. He moved away early in Middle School, btw. Anyhoo, one time it was almost Valentine’s Day and I decided to make paper hearts for everyone in the class. Brad really wanted to help. I told him I could handle it. He picked up the scissors I was using and said, “but look! I’m good with scissors!” Being an idiotic six-year-old, I reached for the scissors to go back to working. I couldn’t care less how good he was with scissors, this was my project. Unfortunately, I should’ve payed more attention to what I was doing, because a moment later my finger really hurt. I did the typical Kindergarten remedy of putting it in my mouth, and when I took it out to check it, the finger was covered in blood. I screamed. The teacher rushed me to the nurse who wrapped it up. Turns out Brad had inadvertently cut off the tip of my finger when I so stupidly reached for the scissors. I was fine, but I had to wear a bandage around my finger for two days. When we tried to take it off it ripped and left the soft layer causing me to think I really messed up my finger. I was fine tho and the fingertip grew back, so no worries.
Side note: I think it was 1st grade but the same kid gave me a cool Santa figure for a Winter Holiday Gift Exchange™. So that was cool.
One time Lyn convinced the teacher to let us share the tree house.
The tree house had an alcove underneath it where kids played dress-up and house. I once walked around the whole classroom in over-sized high heels and I was sooooo proud of myself.
Man, I miss Kindergarten. I wish I could re-live it sometimes. Just for a few days. Anyhoo, I hope you humans enjoyed this. Thanks for reading humans, love ya all! Byeeeeee!