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She closes her eyes and wiggles back into the chair. She knows she's a little kid, which many adults like. But, no, she does not want to be scared. Too close. Too Loud. So she goes back into the chair to escape her childish fears of adults. They are too big. She is so small.
Her teachers will not explain what is going on. She sits confused in the small first grade classroom. Kids are being checked out from school by their parents, one after the other. She plays classroom games with the other children. One after the other...There are only three more children in the classroom. Her name is called. Her father has come to take her home. Fog. No memory much that day. She comes home and walks in the back door. Her mother is sitting on the blue and white striped couch, looking at the TV screen. Two tall buildings burn. Flames and explosion. Smoke. She does not know what is happening.
The first week of second grade feels very long. More like a summer day school. The year has only just begun. She goes to the carpet-floored hallway to get a few sips of water. Then, she returns to the classroom, until the end of the long day.
When she goes to the backpack hooks to grab her backpack, she notices it's red. She opens her backpack and finds that her bottle of fruit punch Gatorade has burst. Her spelling books and planner and pink. Ugh! Well, its about time she got a new backpack...
Hot, boring day in math class, April 11, 2005. The days are clear in this memory. She tells her self specifically to remember this day. Yawning, tired in math class- fourth grade. She does not need to write it down. She remembers the day, still 3 years later. And she will on April 11. Always.
Last day of fifth grade. Mass has just let out. And I decide to tell them. I had only told one of my friends this, in the middle of the school year- when it was officially decided. The final mass she would participate in at that church and school. The song sheets have one of her favorite songs from mass. From when she was in kindergarten. The sing. She cries at the end. And her other friends do too. Some other kids also cry. They had no idea this was her last year there.
She walks into the school, August 1, 2006. She has decided to wear a pair of new, bright pink pants, with a brown shirt. Her pink messenger bag hangs by her side, along with her pink lunch box. New. Different. She feels lost. Or possibly in a dream. She is sad. She asks her teacher so many questions. So much to know about this new school.
August 2007- She walks into the school, wearing her brown gaucho pants, with her pink shirt that has a pretty brown and glittery design on it. She walks around the school seeing all the lockers. Afraid. So much in this school. Afraid she will forget or get lost. She loves the year.
May 23, 2008- Screaming. Yelling. Cheering. Shouting. She and her classmates are crowded together in the metal bleachers. Colors in each section divided. There is lime green. There is blue. There is red. There is dark green. There is turquoise. She sits in the lime green section- wearing her team's lime green shirt, like many other kids in her classes. Later that day- she and one of her best friends are outside on the field. A few feet away. One holds a water balloon. The other is ready to catch. She feels the slippery wet balloon fall into her hands. Wait! Oh no! Did it slip!? No. Amazing catch. The crowd of lime green still cheers. She and her friend have just gotten blue ribbons for winning their event. Later, still, that day- the announcement comes on. Their team did not win.
Monday, October 13, 2008. 8:04pm.
And I think of some of my big memories...
~Purple~
 Calorline · Tue Oct 14, 2008 @ 01:11am · 1 Comments |
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