Creeva’s World 2.0

Pic­ture from here

I would write about the first day of kinder­garten, except I don’t remem­ber that.  I’m assum­ing on the first day of kinder­garten I cam home and didn’t like it very much.   On the sec­ond day how­ever it was a dif­fer­ent story.   I remem­ber my mother dri­ving me to school and park­ing up near the door.   For some rea­son I was late to school (on my sec­ond day ever — thanks mom), and I didn’t want to go in.   I was kick­ing and scream­ing and refus­ing to leave the car.

Even­tu­ally my mother went in to get the teacher (who this was her sec­ond day ever of teach­ing any­one mind you) for help remov­ing me from the car.   Even my five year old mind real­ized that though our house was only a half mile up the road I couldn’t walk it by myself because of traf­fic (I ratio­nal­ized this at 5 yet didn’t know my address until fifth grade — go fig­ure).  Since I couldn’t walk home and I didn’t want ot go into the school what was I going to do.   I decided hid­ing was the best sce­nario (I’ve always been excel­lent at hid­ing).   First I looked at the bushes and real­ized they wouldn’t pro­vide ade­quate cover.  Then my eye glanced towards the dou­ble doors.  They were propped open to gain the ben­e­fit of the warm out­doors.  I dove quickly out of hte car and rushed behind the dou­ble doors.

A few sec­onds later the teacher and my mother come out­side to remove me from the fam­ily car.  At first my mother freaked out since I wasn’t in the car, then they started to look for me.   I seem to remem­ber them tak­ing a cou­ple min­utes look­ing for me, and even­tu­ally they found me.   They attempted to drag me out from behind the door, but I grabbed the door and they pulled me ver­ti­cal.  Even­tu­ally they got me free and dragged me to the door of the class­room.  I was scream­ing, cry­ing, and claw­ing to get away the whole way there.  I walked in all stoic and straight faced, though I’m sure my face was tear stained and flushed.

It seems that even at that young age, after one day I real­ized how messed up our edu­ca­tion sys­tem was and didn’t want to go back.  I think if it hadn’t been so exposed and out of the open I may have made the break for the half mile walk home.  I obvi­ously had some strange and much older ratio­nal then my years at such a young age.

I guess I shouldn’t be sur­prised when my wife still thinks I can be a sneaky bas­tard sometimes.