First day at school was always the day you found out what class you were (socially not academically). On one end you had the rich kids that would roll in with a new bag and a sun tan. On the opposite end of the spectrum you had the kids that would show up to school with a black eye and a new second name every week.
Our high school head teacher was a functioning alchoholic.
I was holding my mom’s hand and my dad’s finger, I was looking around, it was a very big place, I thought it was our new house (uhm palace?) I even asked my father : Baba yeh hamara ghar hai ? He said ‘Keh sakte hain’, we walked through this never ending corridor, and moved right. There was a classroom and my new teacher smiling, I didn’t even notice when I left my parents and ran toward the blackboard, looked back and saw my parents through a glass wall, they were smiling and and left. That moment I started crying and screaming for few minutes. Then started playing with some toys. And when my parents came to pick me I didn’t want to go home, cried again. The next day I was really happy to go to school.
I cried on my first day of preschool :sid:. I switched school several times, so I always found that overwhelming; I didn’t do well with change. I remember my mom enrolled me in a pre-k class in Pakistan one summer we were visiting, and I would try to get the housekeeper to take me back home when she’d come to bring me my lunch. And there was this headmistress who would come to tell stories and as shy as I was, I had raised my hand and asked her to tell a story just so that she’d take up the time I needed to finish my alphabet hw before the Ms. Amanat came round to check it.
My first day i remember clearly as my teacher checked my lunchbox and only let me eat half of my sammich for morning break and told me to keep the other half for lunch break, as my mum didn’t know what to pack in my lunch box. My mum didn’t want me wearing shorts to school, so she bought plaid fabric that matched the school’s uniform and stitched dresses for me. It’s hard enough being a brown kid and on top of that being the only kid with a strange uniform
Omg i remember 1st Day was soo exiting:)
Lekin 1 DIN ke Baad hi uter gaye exiting
My Teacher was a red haired witch jisne Mere Baal kenche the
Ek Baar usne ghalti se Lock Kar Dia tha mujhe akele
Or us DIN se mujhe School se nafrat hi ho gaye thi