Creative Writing On Preschool

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The family van turned off the busy avenue into the access road of a monstrous building complete with cracked windows and heavy, steel doors. My mother, as the driver, patiently waits in the drop-off line. More than likely, she was focusing on the busy work day filled with spreadsheets and endless cups of unsweetened tea. Rain drops began sprinkling down against the window as the wiper blade glided to meet them. This was the best part of the day; no screaming toddlers, angry teachers, or loud bells to worry about. Just myself and the sound of nature. My mother gently kissed me as a wish of luck. As a parent, it must be troubling to know that I despised stepping out of the car every morning. I slowly pushed the door open only to be greeted with …show more content…

Leaves rattled across the pavement. Adults with bright, orange vests franticly directed us toward the words “Topeka Daycare” spelled out across a paint-chipped door. Children of all sizes rushed past me - all excited to start a new day in preschool. I, on the other hand, was filled with apprehension. The climb upstairs to the classroom always took longer than expected by my teachers. The more time I spent in the stairwell the less I had to interact with other toddlers. Once the teacher started the day, I rushed to the back of the classroom for the seat next to a large window. As I looked down on the city streets and across the treetops, my anxiety settled. Nature was my escape from society; a place in which I was free to wander alone. I remained silent throughout the entire day. At playtime, I grabbed a Tonka truck and drove it to the nearest corner. At lunch, I picked the emptiest table. And at naptime, I finally felt safe. I locked my eyes on the clock with a countdown to dismissal playing in my head: three, two, one. Freedom at last. My little legs pumped fast down the stairs in eagerness. Being away from home was extremely difficult. For example, on the first day of preschool, I wrapped my chubby arms around my mother’s legs as tears rolled down my …show more content…

I sat through lecture after lecture about methods and benefits to socializing. My stubbornness persisted as each school day started with the longest walk, farthest desk, and emptiest corner. I simply would not budge. If my parents introduced me to a stranger, I would stand behind them in fear. If I was approached by a family friend, I would not acknowledge them. This was not a sign of disrespect, rather a consequence of my shyness. Amongst themselves, my parents discussed several options. They wondered if it was a phase I would outgrow or bad manner I would learn to live without. But as I quickly graduated preschool, I was still regarded as a soft spoken child. With all options exhausted, my mother and father sought guidance from friends. They consulted teachers, medical professionals, and colleagues in an effort assist me. Most recommended that I become more interactive with my peer group, but my experiences in preschool proved that to be difficult. So, with an open mind, they then discussed my situation with a neighbor. A plan was finally created to grab my attention with a single

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