Personal Narrative On My First Day In Preschool

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“Are you ready for your first day of kindergarten, Brooke?” As I stepped out of the front door, I was greeted by flashes of light and smiling faces. My mother and father were probably more excited than I was. Mitchell, my older brother, stood to the side--he knew this day would be an important day for me and he didn’t want to ruin it. Covered head-to-toe in variations of pink, I felt like I could tackle anything that comes my way at this “E.P. Clarke”. And--boy--was I ready for it. Moving wasn’t easy for 5 year-old me: everything was left behind in Iowa when my dad got a new job. All my friends, classmates, and family were left in my past. But that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. I was told at a young age that I was “very opinionated” and that I “needed to be nicer to the other kids if I wanted to make friends.” Yes. Real teachers said that to my parents. Looking back, I think the reason why I acting so “bossy” is obvious: my preschool class was very full of children. Not to the point of bursting at the seams, but pretty close to it. I loved that preschool--don’t get me wrong. Many of my fondest childhood memories in Iowa took place there. …show more content…

These gifts, although wonderful, were shadowed by the materials we had to use in our classes. It was obvious that our science and history textbooks were falling apart and the teacher’s didn’t know how to fix it. It was obvious that our school was trying to do the best it could with what it was given. For that, I applaud them for “making-do.” However, I still want to dig deeper on how it gets to this point. Throughout my entire school career, budget cuts and underfunding have always been with me. This shouldn’t be my fate, or anyone else's. Many solutions have been created to fix this glaring problem, yet many of them haven’t worked due to overextended regulations from the

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