Supportive Education
Pre-School
My clothes didn’t match. I did not care. I was four, too young to know. It was the first day of Pre-school, my stomach was filled with mixed emotions. It was a warm Monday morning. I was in the car with my mom on my way to start my first day of school. The car ride was bumpy. Before I looked up, the car stopped. There it was. Pre-school, never thought this day would come. As we opened the door to the classroom, I started to throw a fit. Throwing my cheerios everywhere, screaming and crying. All of a sudden, the excitement that I had inside of me about starting Pre-school, escaped. “Honey, it’s okay,” my mom said. “Mom, I changed my mind, let’s go home,” I said. “I have to work I’ll be back in a few hours,” she said. As she worked her way out of the classroom, I latched on to her leg. “Mommy, no, don’t go,” I cried. “Bye sweetie, I love you,” she said. I unlatched my arms from her and before I knew it, she was gone. As the day went on, I met many friends, and came to the conclusion that Pre-school was not all that bad. It struck noon. I saw my mom walking in the door of my classroom to pick me up and take me home. As I walked over to meet her, she asks “How was your day?” “Good, I drew you a picture,” I said as a huge smile began to form on my face. I handed her the picture. She opened it. It was on blue paper. “Oh, this is really good,” she said. “Thanks mommy, I drew it in red because that’s your favorite color,” I said. “But, why only red?” She questioned. “It was the only color they had,” I responded. She laughed, and we drove home. After that day, I knew leaving your mom wouldn’t be easy, but she will always come back for you.

Sixth Grade Sitting in class, seeing us sixth graders all dressed up. The day had finally came, sixth grade promotion. Walking down to the cafeteria