It's back to school time and am reading all sorts of stories of kindergarteners and first graders - and how the tears flow.
We lived in California on my first day of kindergarten. I looked around at all the kids crying and clinging to their parents and didn't get it. Why cry? "Babies," I thought, scornfully. (Yeah - a pretentious five year old. NICE)
Let's fast forward a few days in the week to when I'm the Student of the Day* who gets to deliver papers from the classroom to The Office. I wander the school, cannot find the office, and end up at HOME (next door), CRYING my heart out because I can't find my way, and have to be led back to my classroom. In tears.
Betcha all the other kids were like, "What's with Crybaby over there? Kindergarten's no big deal. I'M KING OF THE HILL!!!"
*Let's not get excited here. My last name begins with "B" and I assume they just went down the list alphabetically. Okay - DO get excited. STUDENT OF THE DAY!!