There’s no other way to say it. It was the reality, the summation, the memory that will stick with his first day of First Grade.
It was all good, great in fact. Running to teachers he knows. Peers. Our next door neighbor is his pack-of-desk-mates, desk-mate. He was having a grand time at school again.
He hit the pavement for the 2nd time of the day. Apparently they do two recesses in one day in the First Grade. To waist some time? To waist some energy? It was 93 degrees. He had a new cup and was not wanting to drink any water through it…probably dehydrated.
He went out, played, came in, collapsed in someone’s arms, they allowed him a nap and then woke up vomiting. Then again. We picked him up early, leaving with an audience of parents awaiting their child’s release from the “First Day”.
A weekend in between, and the second day was perfect. He was happy, lively, and energetic. He had two recesses just fine. He didn’t vomit.
It looks like First Grade is underway.
What’s your first grade memory?