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 Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 7:49 pm
Noelle went right away.
Zachary has cried everyday. crying
*sigh*
What did you do on your first day if you remember it?
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 9:08 pm
i cried nearly the whole day. i remember it as one of the most tramatizing days of my life.
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Blessed Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 12:48 pm
I don't remember being upset at all. I don't think I cried at all. Zach is doing all right now though.
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 6:36 pm
i had a hard time leaving the house that is for sure. it happened again when i moved schools and left all my friends behind. i cried to be there.
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 12:40 pm
My mom worked at school, and so I just was okay. However back then kindergarten was only half day and my mom would take her lunch break to take me to daycare, so sometimes I would cry being dropped off to daycare.
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 8:23 pm
you knew your mom was around for you. my mom works at a hospital and my dad worked shift work when i started going to school. i was more upset to leave my dad when i went into kindergarden because he was the one that was always home in the mornings with me.
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Blessed Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 12:50 pm
Well, it wasn't necessarily that I knew my mom was there for me, because she wasn't. She couldn't leave her class just like I couldn't leave my class. I didn't like daycare because I didn't like the teachers.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2008 6:18 pm
i never ended up going to day care. my mom got us a nanny that was always at the house to meet us when we came home and stuff like that. she was my great aunt so i guess she wasn't really a nanny per say but its kinda the same thing.
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Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 6:54 pm
My mom wanted me to meet friends that were diverse. She didn't want me to grow up to be a racist at all. By the time, I was three, because of the daycare she chose, I had friends of all colors and sizes.
Plus my daycare was a pre-school setting, so while attending daycare, I also learned.
There were three out of maybe 10 teachers that I liked though. Kelly, Susan, and Carolyn. Both Kelly and Carolyn were black.
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