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I Do Not Remember My First Day of School. Do You?

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Homeschooling’s Black, White, and Gray Series 1 Episode 4

At age 29 I learned what I missed by not going to preschool. As a
preschool aide for a year in a Catholic school, I learned how certain kids howl, run away from teachers, and scream as they start the separation process from Mommy. The first few hours of preschool sounded like school was a very sad place. (Starting preschool looks like it can be a traumatic process for some children.) One little boy and I became quite close because he had not started learning to obey when an adult instructed him to do something, so he received many time outs where he had to be watched to stay in his chair to learn from his consequences. If my parents had taken me to preschool, I might have been in a chair next to him…maybe…We both really liked our own way.
My Mom chose to homeschool me, so I did not attend regular preschool.
My “preschool” consisted of cooking play dough and making things, learning my letters through songs, learning to make friends with kids at church, and living life with Mom, Dad, and my siblings.
I remember playing with my friends and siblings when I was three or
four, but I do not remember my first day of school. Probably, it was a
normal day of playing and learning a little more about math at home.

We do have a photo from our first day of school, which I don’t remember, but it looks like a fun day! Our school’s name was Campbell Christian Academy, and we might have started earlier, but the day of this school picture was September 9th, 1986. I was four, my younger sister was almost three, and my older brother was seven.
From looking at the photo, here’s what might have been happening:
Mom is talking to us–saying, “Hold up the sign!” I’m holding the sign AND something I created–it looks like a toilet tube wrapped in yarn (perhaps my own personal telephone?!) My sister is just content to be on my Mom’s lap, and my brother seems to be enjoying waving the flag!

What I do remember from the early days of our homeschool are memories of saying the pledge to the flag of the United States of America, and we had a time of learning together. Especially when we were little the puppet shows Mom did for us to help us memorize passages from the Bible were my favorite. Mom is great at making different voices, so she had puppets or characters in stories she read to us sound different. Mom let her creative juices flow through having lots of stories be part of our homeschool.

I still have a love for stories, and I’m enjoying sharing my stories with you. It’s okay that I don’t remember my first day of school because it wasn’t a jarring experience. School just flowed out of already learning things at home. I’m thankful for how my parents chose to give me a more gentle start to my education through teaching me at home.

By M. H. Campbell Copyright 2014

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Author: mary.campbell.schuh

Hello Friends, A curious, kind, practical, and energetic writer, wife, mother, and teacher is one way to describe me. I enjoy thinking about transitions--in schools, churches, families, relationships, and even countries. I'm passionate about learning, and I love working with people. Stop by often to see which kind of transition I'm thinking about, and I would appreciate hearing your thoughts. Peace! ~Mary Hope

23 thoughts on “I Do Not Remember My First Day of School. Do You?

  1. Reblogged this on A Momma's View and commented:
    I don’t remember my first day of school. I remember the picture they took though… What about you? Do you remember your first day in school?

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  2. I do. I sat next to a little girl wearing read and green plaid glasses. The little girl on the other side was named Virginia. I wouldn’t talk to her because I had Virginia confused with Vagina. God forbid. There was a boy named Peter. I wrote post about it!

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  3. My first day at school was over fifty years ago and I remember it as clear as day. I loved it. The school was almost opposite my house, but it felt like I was on the other side of the world.

    A boy in the class balled his eyes out, and hung onto his mother’s dress. many children were brought in by their mothers. Eventually he settled down and for the next six years was a star pupil.

    On that first day I looked around and saw a girl whom I fell in love with for the next six years.

    But what I remember most was the smell. The school had been cleaned and polished for the new year. Occasionally, over the years, I catch a whiff of that smell somewhere and it wooshes me back to that first day at school as though it were yesterday. But I can’t remember what I was doing last Tuesday.

    Happy holidays to you.

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  4. I’m so glad I discovered your blog. Happy Holidays!

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  5. Yes, I remember the first day of school…I cried 🙂

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  6. You’re school time was special too. I also remember my first day of school. First I was mad that I couldn’t walk in with my friend. I simply went home again. When I headed back I went from one class room to the next until I finally found my class room. A very confusing day… lol

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  7. I really do wish That my experience with school could have been more like yours, but in the end, I guess I survived it, so all’s well that ends well. But I’m glad your memories are such good ones. Thanks for sharing.

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  8. All I remember is the boy who brought his turtle with him to the first day of kindergarten, and cried for his mom the entire time.

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