The Transition Generation

Those School Girl Days: The Early Years | May 17, 2011

The first day of school ever – a day most of us don’t forget.  It’s one of those milestone moments in your life that stick in the photo album of memories we all store in our heads. My parents took a picture (and no I won’t post it here – believe me it’s for the best), and I headed off on the bus for my first day at kindergarten. 

My kindergarten class was pretty typical.  There was the one kid who cried every day when his parents left, another kid who ate paste, the pretty one the boys followed, the teacher’s pet … all the clichés were there.  And then there was me – the unassuming, quiet one who, according to my report card, should try to overcome her shyness and work with the other children more. 

There are a few memories that stick out as I think about kindergarten.  First, I remember that my teacher, while always nice, probably should have pursued a new line of work.  She rarely encouraged, and the memories which stick out the most are the times that she told me my work wasn’t good enough.  It’s kindergarten; what constitutes good work? One time, I remember I colored a picture for her from my Jem coloring book, and she gave me a critique on the colors I should have chosen and then she gave it back to me.  I should point out that I was pretty bright kid (not a genius or anything, but a step or two above the kid who ate paste). I started kindergarten at 4 and I could already read, but apparently I still needed to hone by ability to choose complimentary colors while drawing and make less bold choices.

Another memory which sticks out from kindergarten was the day my older brother’s class came to visit and read us a story.  I was so excited!  Of course, in typical older brother fashion, he signaled me as soon as he walked in and basically told me not to recognize him.  That was a little hard to do in our school, if you catch my meaning. But he did grow out of his aversion to picking on me … eventually … many years later.  And now we get along great and are also friends.

So what does this have to do with being a child of immigrants?  Well, it just goes to show that while some experiences may be harder for us than others (such as those mentioned in my blog from last week), other experiences transcend cultures.  I mean, what little sister didn’t have an older brother or sister who enjoyed teasing and tormenting her in her early years?  Or a teacher who seemed less than enthusiastic about you as a student (condemning my color choice was a step in the wrong direction, I think). We all go through those experiences in our lifetime; my parents went through it, I went through it, and one day my children may go through it as well.

What experiences did you have in kindergarten?  Please comment and keep the conversation going.

Thanks for reading,



1 Comment »

  1. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww…..
    before i comment on anything..i must say…u’ve got suchhhhhhhhhhh a nice expression mehvi baji…such such such a nice choice of words…one really gets to feel the essence of each n every single word u write!!! =) =) =)
    Great Job! =)

    plus plus…no wonder….not ALL the teachers in this world know the ART of teaching and encouraging….it is perhaps something that comes itself…like God gifted talents…being empathetic or sympathetic, is not generally everybody’s cup of tea!!!

    For MY first day at school, i still remember, mama n abbu did take a picture of me too…and i believe i was CURE lol…so i CAN post that photo here..hahahahaha

    but i still remember….i was wearing a tea pink shorts and t shirt….with a little bag on my shoulders and a water bottle in my hand
    and mama did take 2 photos of me…one from the front…and a side pose as well…hahahahaha

    and after i got back from school…i dun remember what happened at school…but i STILL remember, when mama asked me, how was it…I replied….
    (i still remember the words)


    hahahahaha…and mama was surprised…infact i really really reallyyyyyyyyyyy do love TALKING all the time…hahahaha….and so it was good!!

    But but…not to forget…mama’s school was nearby (for others who dont know abt my mama….she is a teacher as well)
    and mama used to visit me in my lunch break time…and i just used to WAIT for her like anything…
    Since baji and apa used to study in mama’s school….but that was a girls’ only….so I had to join the other one…but mama did use to visit me EVERY day….and i wonder why…i remember, i used to cry THEN, waiting for mama…. and NOT in the morning when going to school…i wonder why it was this way! lol


    Comment by zzeshhsiddiqui — October 20, 2011 @ 5:56 am

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