The Story of My Life Part 4: School

I attended the Mohawk school district kindergarten through second grade. Most of us rode the bus but not for as long as my sister and I got to! We were the first ones picked up in the morning and the last ones dropped off at night. Whoever made that bus schedule must have had something against us because that meant we were on the bus for an hour in the morning and an hour after school. Not fun, so we tried to get our mom to take us and pick us up from school as much as possible.
School itself wasn't so bad. I have fond memories of kindergarten, I even remember my first day. Up until that day, I had pretty much attached myself to my poor mother's leg. Would not leave that woman's side without as big of a tantrum as I could throw. I'm sure she was hesitant about my reaction to kindergarten and having to be left there all day. Well, I remember looking around that room at all the crying, screaming kids and I thought "humph! i'm not gonna be like those sissies!" so I looked at my mom and without hesitation said "You can go now mom, I don't need you anymore!" I think that shocked my mom a bit.
In second grade we had a race to see who was the fastest kid in the class and I won. I must have impressed my biggest competitor because he became my first boyfriend. His name was Wayne. We also had lots of assemblies about railroad tracks and how dangerous they were. We also watched Davie Crockett and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory every year. I guess I do have a lot of good memories from that school.