My kindergarten life

I'm going to talk about my kindergarten life.

Went to Yayasan Kindergarten at the age of 4. Usually the age of going to a kindergarten school in my country is 3, but I was born on the last month of the year 1998. So I had to go to school with friends who were born in the 1999s.

The kindergarten had 3 grades, a year for each grade. The first year was fun because I've met a lot of friends. I didn't really make friends with the girls because I wasn't that smooth and I thought I would be better off if I have friends who are boys. I remember every break time, I had to sit with this weird kid, I didn't like him because I feel like something is wrong with the kid. I was so mean to him back then, never bullied him though, just thought of him as the weird kid who had to sit next to me every break time.

Anyways, I would see everyone's lunch bag and judge whose better. Obviously, mine because back then, we all wanted to show off whose better. The weird kid had a lunch bag of a car ramping off a dirt bump, it was cool, but mine is cooler. I don't remember how mine looked like though.

The only best moments during the first year, was at every 12:00pm where I go home. I would see my babysitter, hired by my parents to take care off my siblings and I when they go to work, waiting at the playground outside my class and I would get excited because I'm going home. If the classroom door opens, I would run outside instantly.

I remember this one time, when my teacher had this picture of a kitchen, where we have to guess which is the item of the name she gives. The weird kid was called, and was given a name of an item. He pointed at the item and the teacher said it was correct, so he grabbed his schoolbag and off he go. I was so jealous, then the teacher called. She gave me a name of an item,"Knife." I was under pressure, I didn't know what was it, and I thought if I got it wrong, I will have to sit back and wait for my turn again. So, with me being under pressure, I looked everywhere in the picture and finally pointed at an item, the cabinet. The teacher looked at me and said,"Wrong." I was sad because I thought I had to sit and wait for my turn, but then, teacher gave me another chance. So, out of nowhere, I pointed the correct item. When she told me it was correct, I picked my bag and ran outside and went home. Never felt so excited.

However, the first day of the second year, didn't go so well. I cried. Cried the whole day. I sat on my new teacher's lap while my mother was there to calm me down. I cried because I had to go to a new classroom and have a new teacher. I guess I really missed the classroom that time because it was fun going there and I thought my friends were there in the old classroom while I had to go to the new one. The next day, everyone in my first year class was in the same new class as I was. I don't remember if I was happy about it though.

Anyways, the second year, is the first time, I ever liked a girl in my class, Maisarah. I think she liked me too back then. I've seen a lot of movies during that year. If there were any romance scenes, like where the actor and actress would kiss each other or make out, my parents would tell us to cover our eyes because it's for adults only. So, back then, I was smooth and at the same time, was creepy. During class, where we had to sit on the ground and listen to the teacher like a grandfather telling their grand children about their life, I had the courage to hold both Maisarah's hands and we stood up together. While we hold each others hand, the teacher didn't even tell us to sit down, she ignored us! So, what to do, but just to roll it. It was funny and creepy, I asked Maisarah if she wants us to kiss. I only remembered, she laughed and smiled. I bet she didn't even know what it means that time. Anyways, it didn't happen. I think we sat back down and listened to the teacher's lecture.

I even remember Maisarah's cousin, Muhammad, my that-time and future best friend, was sick. We had classwork and during that time, I looked at him. He stood up and looked down his chair he sat on. He hold the chair and the table, and started to barf. My eyes were wide open, seeing my best friend that time, puked on his own chair during class.

The best moment I had during the second year, is when it is break-time, where the teachers of each class would tell us to play in the auditorium. Every class was connected to the auditorium so everyone can just go inside. Every time I go there, all I saw was everyone running around, playing tag. Some would go up the stage and act. Some would go to the castle and kitchen playground, provided by the teacher, and play inside. They would slide down or cook in the kitchen. Sometimes I would see my brother, he was in third year while I'm in second year, and we will not say anything to each other, like we were not related. I don't know why.

The third year of kindergarten. I didn't cry the first day, which was an achievement to me. Third year was fun I guess. Every Wednesday, we would have a cardio exercise in the auditorium which was coached by an African-American skinned man. He was cool because we all had fun during the exercise and every Saturday, every class will have a swimming session, which was the best day to go to school. Third year was a busy year to me, many things happened and I remember them.

I had few friends of mine from the second year class with me. I made 3 best friends, Muhammad, Rahman and Aqil. I was like a leader to them, they would follow me every where I go and do as I command, but during break time, I always play alone in the auditorium. I remember I showed them how to skip,but they didn't know how to. I also made my first enemy, his name was my name, as in we had the same name and he was the son of a teacher who worked there. I don't remember how we became enemies, maybe because I hate him. Hate him because we have the same name. I only remember one time he was mean to me, I was building something with toy blocks and he would just destroy it or take my toy blocks. I guess that how we became enemies? If we ever encounter each other, we would just stare each other deadly and make mean faces and stayed away.

I also made another enemy that only lasted for a while. His name was, Shafiq, and he was twice bigger than me. I don't know how we got into a fight, but we told each other, we would fist-fight on the stage in the auditorium during break time. I've seen a lot of movies during my second year of kindergarten, so I had the confidence in fist-fighting. So during that break-time, as usual, everyone would go crazy, they would run around or play in the castle and kitchen playground. Shafiq and I were on the stage, facing each other. We started walking towards each other and before he could swing a punch, I punched him in the belly because he was fat and after that I ran away from him. He was hurt and he called a teacher. Since everyone ran around, I hid there. I hid in the crowd like an assassin, I blended in. When I was hiding, I saw Shafiq pointed out the stage to the teacher, I guess he told the teacher where he was punched and where I left off. I was a badass rebel back then, made trouble, ran and hid away, the teacher and Shafiq couldn't even find me.

I have this one classmate, Aniq, who looked sick everyday and would talk about how he like playing games everyday. He didn't go to class as many as we did, because his nose always bleed, so he would go home early. I remember one time, when he or his counsin, Siti, had a pizza birthday party in class. After we had pizza, there was a surprise. A pizza mascot appeared in our classroom. Everyone was so excited to see the mascot, we all cramped the mascot. We surrounded the mascot and everyone was touch and slap him. He was Pepperoni-Mushroomed Pizza. He got tired of us surrounding him and slapping him, I think someone hit his face, anyways he went down on the floor and lie there. That's where teacher told us he died, or he's tired. I forgot. Fun day by the way.

There was this one time, where a girl brought over a scary movie, called Pontianak, means vampire. A long-haired girl with red eyes, pale face and sharp teeth. I was scared of it. When the girl brought it in, the teacher just grabbed the DVD and played it in the other classroom. I thought we don't have to watch it, but we had to. When the show started, I stood up and hid myself behind the shoe cabinet. I saw this kid, Adri, future best-friend of mine, who was late. He looked at me weirdly, but then after he settled in the classroom and he sat down and watch the scary movie. I was still hiding behind the shoe cabinet and I somehow managed to escape and went to my classroom. There I was alone in the classroom and I could do anything I want. I forgot what I did to the classroom. God, they were so brave! I'm the coward.

We had this huge exams. These exams can tell us whether we can proceed to the first grade of Yayasan School. I was so sad, because I don't how to do the exams. When I sat for the exam, during the exam, I wished and imagined that I have a black-rimmed glasses with maroon lens and the glasses that can extend and see others exam papers. I even imagined once the glasses extend, it goes invisible so teacher can't see that I cheat. I didn't have the glasses I wanted/imagined, so I just do the paper sadly in confidence.

When the results came out, I got straight As for all the papers. I didn't know how or what to feel, but my parents did. They were so proud of me. I didn't even know I was that smart. So during graduation, I had to wore this robe and walked across the stage and retrieve the award from the teacher for excellence. I wasn't the only one though. Anyways, when it was my turn, after I got my award, I stood in the middle of the stage and glanced the people who were there to see me. I saw everyone not happy nor sad, they just sat there and see us go on stage and had no clue what was going on.

We had recital where we wore a flower costumer and dance around on stage in a International Conventional Centre (ICC). Only my mom attended the recital, dad was busy. It was full house though, everyone wanted to see us dance. Each class has their own dance and costume and we had the flower dance and costume. Before we went on stage, I saw my mom sitting down, watching others dance. I waved at her and she waved back and she couldn't wait for me to go up the stage. When it was our turn, we went on the stage and danced. After we dance, we have to bow down. After I bowed down, I tried to find my mom in the crowd of audience, I knew where she was, but I couldn't find her. Spotlight was bright and the audience was in the dark. After few seconds of trying to find my mom, I looked at my friends, they were gone! They went off stage and I was the only one there. I looked on my left and saw the other classroom about to go on stage. I ran off the stage as quickly as possible and heard people laughing because I was alone on stage and ran off. Cute for some people because I was alone on stage with a flower costume and scared and ran off stage, but to me it was humiliating. Come to think of it now, it's kinda funny and cute.

That's all about my kindergarten life. I left some of it out because I don't know how to tell it and some I think is irrelevant. I might continue again, but it will be about my primary school life. So this will be the end of the post. Thanks for reading!