Personal Narrative On Preschool

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When I was little, I never really understood the purpose of other people outside of my family. It scared me but not in the “stranger danger” kind of way. It’s hard to explain but every time I was put in a situation with a group of kids I felt like crying and hiding under a desk was my best and only option. It all started in preschool. What does a four year old have to stress about really? Well, almost everything. It probably sounds stupid or fake but it is very real. I dreaded going to preschool. People thought I was weird because some girl named Amy thought I was weird and all the kids liked her. I had three teachers (I only really remember one doing actual stuff but there were three there). The one I remember was concerned about me. I never …show more content…

I'm not denying that I was in fact weird but I didn't feel weird at the time since I was mostly focused on stressing out and having panic attacks every day that my mom took me to what I thought was equivalent to hell, preschool. I remember being pried off of my mother’s arm every weekday morning by my three teachers and my mom herself. I have had a lot of experience clinging onto my mother for hours so it was a struggle for anyone to get me to release her limbs. But even a four year old gets tired of crying, screaming and holding onto her mother like it's a life or death experience. I went to preschool even though I hated every second of it and now that I'm eighteen, I kinda want to go back because becoming a real life adult is pretty scary …show more content…

I’m okay at math but I’ve always had trouble with math problems. I believe my teacher became frustrated with me after a little while. I never did the problems completely right and I just wasn’t getting it like the other kids were. I cried a lot about math that year. I didn’t know how to explain why I wasn’t getting it. My teacher told me how to do it countless times, it just wasn’t sticking. My parents and my teacher had a lot of meetings about it too. Whenever my teacher could get my parents to school to talk about how horrible of a student I was, she did. My mom understood me though, she set my teacher straight. I still hate math problems today and hope I’m finished doing them. If Sally shares one more apple with Karen, I’ll

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