The confinement, the irrelevant activities, the asinine pay (Stickers? Really?), the mind-numbing speeches, and the out-and-out horror that was Kindergarten, couldn’t keep me from being…
Yes, me! I am in FIRST grade now! I am six! Look out world, things are about to get exciting!
So, here I come, flitting into my new first grade class, with my new first grade teacher, in a brand-spankin’ new school, and guess what???
Being six, apparently, doesn’t mean that school is any better, or any different. It was the same mind-numbing experience.
I was appalled!
I mean, I have a baby brother now. I change his diapers. I get him up in the morning. I give him his bottle. I am being a mom.
Obviously, I already know everything if I can take care of Bill! Why couldn’t these teachers see that?
Why did I have to practice putting away my coat and my lunch box, when I knew how to diaper an infant without getting peed on?
I mean, come on! Wake up and smell the coffee, lady! I am not some idiot! I already know how to do the hardest job on earth!
One hundred and seventy seven days…
God save me now…