Now and then I keep getting memories from when I started school and remember the nice times I had and some sad ones as well.
My mom was a hard working mother and didn't have time to pick me up from a faraway distance and had to rush back to work. So my mom put me in San Jose school which was close from home and her workplace.
It was a hot day of August as I woke up at 6:00 A.M from my wooden bed when I realized that I was starting school that morning. I brushed my teeth and combed my hair and pulled my clean long navy blue skirt and marble short sleeved white shirt uniform that my mom ironed a day before with a seal with cursive blue letters s and j out of my closet. The uniforms would make things so much easier because you didn't have to stay up all night deciding which outfit to wear the next day. I put my French leather shoes and my clean white socks and tied my hair in a ponytail to avoid the headline that happened rarely often in Venezuela. I stroll down the hall into the kitchen I see hot chocolate served with bread and butter on the breakfast table.
After my mom got ready we went out of the apartment and walk for about 15 minutes until we saw a garden near the school.
I kissed and waved my mom goodbye as we walked down the path.
When I walked through the school's doors I glimpse at people wearing the same uniforms and walking with heavy backpacks around their shoulders and looking cheerful on their faces. I took the first flight upstairs to get to my first grade classroom. When I got there I saw shiny green desks that had black chairs stuck together and there was also a brand new chalkboard and some really colorful posters. I sniffed the dusty powder of the chalk lying on the teacher's desk. I was thrilled to start first grade but at the same time I felt a little hesitant when I got a reality check that not everything could be laughter, fun, and entertainment.
When the teacher stepped out of the door she introduced herself, her name was Miss Nancy who had an assistant called Miss Erica. Miss Nancy was gentle and friendly but when she got annoyed she could reach her last nerve. She had brown hair and hazel eyes and she liked to keep things simple by wearing some jeans and any sort of floral t-shirt.in the contrast, Miss Erica was strict and unhelpful and when she got mad she would scream at the top of her lungs. She had dark red hair and apple green eyes and she wore jeans and a simple t-shirt. At school we had Math, Language, English, Art, Music, Religion, and I.T.
I was a bit lonely at recess until a girl named Oriana came up to me and we started talking. Oriana was a petit girl with short shiny black hair and chestnut colored eyes, but Oriana had problems with her legs because they weren't equally straight and she had a mechanical shoe that had to be pulled up to her knees which she kept complaining because it was painful to walk in.
We had an interesting conversation about school, summer vacation, family and about the newest TV shows.
The playground we had was a huge area that was outside and the floor was made out of tiny stones and glass. We had a shop near the fence that sold as many sweets you could think of, like gummy hamburgers, lollipops, mints, lemons that sour powder came out, chocolate and etc. But of course kids can't live eating sweets all the time, so they also sold big empanadas stuffed with cheese and minced meat and they also sold cold smoothies because of the horribly hot weather. From that day on my mom gave me 10 bolivares which is 10 kronor every week to buy the empanadas if she forgot to pack me a snack.
In the playground we also had a small field were the pre-k and kindergarten kids played with slides, swings, fun sandpits, and little plastic houses, but the first graders weren't allowed to go there because we were taller than them and we could just trip on them and they would get hurt.
Near the right corner there was a stone wall with stairs that lead to a garden that had slides, tables, chairs, seesaws, monkey bars, swings, and little houses but that was reserved for birthday people who celebrated their birthday and the teachers would cancel a lesson in order for the students there and the birthday boy or girl to play there for half an hour, sing happy birthday and eat cake.
If you turn right up the stairs you will see a small church, sometimes we went to visit the church for religion lessons to know about god and saints. Sometimes they held the important meetings and the end-of-year ceremonies.
I really liked that part of school because the rest were boring addition problems and long division.
In the third period we had calligraphy handwriting class and usually our principal would come in and give us full instructions on how to hold a pencil correctly, where to put our hands when we are writing, how to make a margin, how to use proper grammar, punctuation, how to sit, and make equal spaces for sentences.
At the end of the day, at 1 o´ clock the class was dismissed with a lot of homework that not even university students could complete. I trudged down the stairs because of the heavy backpack and met my mom outside.
"How did school go?" My mom asked.
"It was alright." I muttered.
When we got home my nanny prepared a delicious lunch for me and my mom of meatballs and rice. My favorite! My mom and I sat down and ate lunch while talking about school. After, my mom kissed me goodbye and dashed back to work.
I was left there alone with my nanny and I was too lazy as a kid so I didn't even begin my homework until my parents came at 7:00 P.M to help me because I had no clue what I was doing.
But as I grew older I understood the importance of being organized and that's why I'm here in sixth grade but then again that's another story that I hope to write in my diary and hopefully share it. I open my English exercise book as Mr. Hume says to write an autobiography and I immediately write:
This is an invitation about my life that everyone is invited to read; this book regards the hard times….