You know how bread always falls buttered side down? Same goes for bread with Nutella.
I hated kindergarten. From the get-go. Or at least I think so. I went to kindergarten since I was a baby till I started school (which is at the age of 7 in Croatia).
There were so many things I hated about it. Getting up while it was still dark outside to a freezing house, having mother dress me while I was still more or less (more more than less) asleep, being dropped off at that place. The food. God, I hated the food. The skin on the warm milk. *stomach heaves momentarily* String beans. I honest to God vomited once we had those. Strawberry pudding. The ugliest shade of pink and its jelly-like consistence. *shudder*
And then there were the naps. Stupid unwanted naps we had to take after lunch at noon till 3pm when parents would start coming to pick the kids up. I don't remember ever actually sleeping, I would toss and turn and wait for the time to drag its ass by. The happiest day was when I had to go to the dentist and Mom picked me up right after lunch. Oh yeah, the dentist topped napping in kindergarten so easily it wasn't even funny. I remember one time when one of the "nice" kindergarten ladies pulled me up by the arm to turn me to the other side so I'd stop chatting to a friend. It hurt like a motherfucker!
We weren't allowed to play whenever we wanted to. It was fucking kindergarten and sometimes we couldn't play. Or, we could play but only with the toys they'd give us. Sometimes we weren't allowed to play with all the toys. When they'd give us dolls, it was like a holiday. I guess it didn't really help that I was kind of antisocial even back then. I just wanted to read, not socialise, y'know? I learnt how to read when I was 4 and I don't remember this, but my Mom told me that I was the one who'd read the subtitles to the other kids when we would watch foreign kid shows. I'm thinking being the nerd did wonders for my kindergarten rep.
But then I was also really good at learning poems by heart. Reading helped, I guess. So I'd make my Mom really proud when we had our little pageants. I was the small chubby girl with resonating voice who'd never EVER miss a line. I was always the smart one, you know?
Big deal when I couldn't draw to save my life. Creative potential? Zero. Stick figures were as good as it would get. I couldn't run. Always the last one to reach the mark. Couldn't climb. I don't even know if I was too afraid of falling down or simply of heights.
When I was bigger I used to walk home alone. It was terrifying. And it never got easier because I had to go through this part of the village where Gypsies live. And they were wild and mean. Messing with little girls was what they did for fun. They were just adding to the trauma. Funny how my Mom told me much later she was just as scared when she'd walk home from kindergarten when she was a little girl. She knew and she still put me through it.
I had my first crush when I was in kidergarten. Could've been 4 or 5, I don't really know anymore. His name was Marko and he was a true gingerhead. Freckles and all. A lot of the girls had a crush on him. And then... one day... we ended up taking a nap in the neighbouring beds. I don't know how it happened. I don't know who reached out to whom. I just know we held hands through the entire nap time. Just this once. It was the best kindergarten day ever.
The next time a boy held my hand I was 23.
I hated kindergarten. From the get-go. Or at least I think so. I went to kindergarten since I was a baby till I started school (which is at the age of 7 in Croatia).
There were so many things I hated about it. Getting up while it was still dark outside to a freezing house, having mother dress me while I was still more or less (more more than less) asleep, being dropped off at that place. The food. God, I hated the food. The skin on the warm milk. *stomach heaves momentarily* String beans. I honest to God vomited once we had those. Strawberry pudding. The ugliest shade of pink and its jelly-like consistence. *shudder*
And then there were the naps. Stupid unwanted naps we had to take after lunch at noon till 3pm when parents would start coming to pick the kids up. I don't remember ever actually sleeping, I would toss and turn and wait for the time to drag its ass by. The happiest day was when I had to go to the dentist and Mom picked me up right after lunch. Oh yeah, the dentist topped napping in kindergarten so easily it wasn't even funny. I remember one time when one of the "nice" kindergarten ladies pulled me up by the arm to turn me to the other side so I'd stop chatting to a friend. It hurt like a motherfucker!
We weren't allowed to play whenever we wanted to. It was fucking kindergarten and sometimes we couldn't play. Or, we could play but only with the toys they'd give us. Sometimes we weren't allowed to play with all the toys. When they'd give us dolls, it was like a holiday. I guess it didn't really help that I was kind of antisocial even back then. I just wanted to read, not socialise, y'know? I learnt how to read when I was 4 and I don't remember this, but my Mom told me that I was the one who'd read the subtitles to the other kids when we would watch foreign kid shows. I'm thinking being the nerd did wonders for my kindergarten rep.
But then I was also really good at learning poems by heart. Reading helped, I guess. So I'd make my Mom really proud when we had our little pageants. I was the small chubby girl with resonating voice who'd never EVER miss a line. I was always the smart one, you know?
Big deal when I couldn't draw to save my life. Creative potential? Zero. Stick figures were as good as it would get. I couldn't run. Always the last one to reach the mark. Couldn't climb. I don't even know if I was too afraid of falling down or simply of heights.
When I was bigger I used to walk home alone. It was terrifying. And it never got easier because I had to go through this part of the village where Gypsies live. And they were wild and mean. Messing with little girls was what they did for fun. They were just adding to the trauma. Funny how my Mom told me much later she was just as scared when she'd walk home from kindergarten when she was a little girl. She knew and she still put me through it.
I had my first crush when I was in kidergarten. Could've been 4 or 5, I don't really know anymore. His name was Marko and he was a true gingerhead. Freckles and all. A lot of the girls had a crush on him. And then... one day... we ended up taking a nap in the neighbouring beds. I don't know how it happened. I don't know who reached out to whom. I just know we held hands through the entire nap time. Just this once. It was the best kindergarten day ever.
The next time a boy held my hand I was 23.
10 spoke back:
:-)
Seriously? This left you smiling blissfully?
Nostalgic.
*sniff*
omg that was soo cute!
you held hands?!?!?! urgh! you're killing me!
Where must he be now? :-/
awwww, a little K reading and perfecting her grammar. I can see it now... :-) so cute...
I HATED kindergarten too. I remember bribing my mom with toys so she would stay! I saw her sneaking out the door once and i almost had a heart attack she had to come back. I was standing at the bottom of the steps in my fav dress with a girl painting a rainbow on it (i used to trace it for hours) screaming my head off and shaking a toy at her so she would take it! She still left and i turn around and everyone is starring at me like i have some kind of problem. I never understood why the hell we had to take naps either. I NEVER did sleep. Though i did remember putting pieces of napkin down my pants...hmm...i don't remember why.
I don't have boy memories. :-/ Just this guitar man that would come once in a while and sang "Tootie Fruity" to us while i sat in amazement.
Fucking ridiculous. I can't believe i actually requested for him to sing it again. *shakes head*
But he did. He was nice.
thanks for the memories. Yours was nice. I think people should do this on their blogs more often. I sure have loads.
Awwwww holding hands while napping.
I am telling you, freckles was a player!
AHahahah
Your experience through kindergarten is interesting...how you were more into reading then playing silly doll shity games, lol.
I have a lot of memories from those times too.
I only like to draw and make things with my hands, like clay and some other stuff.
Regarding the nap time, I can't really complaint because I love to sleep! Even now! lmao
The one thing I hated the most was the beach time :/
I remember the teachers giving us sandwichs and with the stupid retarted boys running around all the time I really end up eating SANDwich! AHAHAhahahahah
I hated the crushing sand between my teeth and I still remember the sound of that in my head today.
Yuck!
LOL Y'all got stuck on holding hands and that was, like, 2 hours in 6 years. Missing the big picture here!
God, it was horrible. And then, my sister only went for two months. How unfair is that?! She hated it too so she ran home and didn't have to go anymore. Younger siblings always have it easier!
Wow, this makes me really sad. Sounds like you were always on the outside looking in... Some parts I recognize, like the reading and the being smart, but it almost sounds like you experienced your childhood as a prison?
Kindergarten did feel like prison in so many ways. I can't help but remember mostly the bad parts. I wasn't happy, I always did feel excluded, much like now.
I'm LMAO@Gypsys part. Guess what? When I was born, we used to live in a part of Zgb where a lot of Gypsies live. And a few months ago my bro (8 years older than me) told me he would take the longer way to and from school because of the Gypsy kids who used to spit on him or attack him. I know I'm terrible but I burst into laughter when he told me that. I dunno sounds like some Woody Allen movie...
You hated kindergarten!? Awww. I loved it. Food especially. But that's not a surprise.
Gypsy attacks are no laughing matter! Seriously. Shit like that can scar you for life.
You loved kindergarten? GTFO!
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