by Anne | 1:18 pm
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Hiya guys, gals, and ghosts of all types! I’m here with a story if you can’t tell by the title. This was not one of my happier or brighter moments, but it has definitely stuck with me because even then I was an introvert. Even back then, I was going to be myself and nothing was going to stop me. I got in trouble at school, and my mother was called in to talk to the teacher. In kindergarten of all things.

BackstoryI Got in trouble at school

Okay, so in order to understand why this happened we need to go back at least 2 years. I know, that would have made me 3 at the time, but trust me, it’s necessary.

It’s not the earliest memory I have, but it is pretty close to it, if I do say so myself, but that’s a very disjointed story for a different day.

My mother instilled in me a love of reading from a very early age. My favorite part of the day was to go pull one of the children’s books off the shelf and have it read to me. This was a daily occurrence and if I could sneak in another book then all the better.

My favorite were the classic fairy tales that we all know and love: Rapunzel, Cinderella, and Snow White. These were definitely my favorite since they all involved magic. Yes, even as a tiny tot I loved my fantasy books.

I also had several books with nursery rhymes and colorful picture of teddy bears playing and doing other activities. I have to see if I still have them. They were some of my favorites. I also know that the Rapunzel book I owned had different colored fake gems to stick everywhere.

If I do it’ll bring back good memories of my mother reading to me, and those are definitely the brightest ones I have of my childhood.

Kindergarten at Lastfairy tales

I was both terrified and overjoyed to start kindergarten. As an only child, I didn’t know how to interact with anyone my age. However, I would finally get to learn to do that thing that Mom did and turn the scribbles on the paper into words and turn words into stories. I would be able to do for myself what she had done for me.

That thought pleased me and I couldn’t wait to learn. Needless to say I took to it like a duck to water. I loved books and the stories contained within and any time I could I would be in the reading pit devouring words with my eyes.

Can you see where this is going yet?

During our play time the other children would noisily be on the other side of the room playing house and other such things while I read.

The Meeting

My teacher called in my parents because she was “concerned” that I wasn’t playing with the other children. Who would want to play something as boring as house when you could play magic, or witches as I liked to call it. Nice, kind witches that worked on the land and made people happy.

Why would I want to play with another person at all when I had new books to read?

I can tell now that my mother was on the fence about this. She was happy that I loved reading, but she also knew that I would need to interact with my peers sometimes. So, she somewhat reluctantly forced me to go play with the other children. I don’t think it turned out quite like they hoped.trouble

The Other Issue

I will admit that it’s not the only thing that Mom was called in for. My parents had divorced not that long ago, and in my 5 year old mind, since Dad wasn’t there every day, then he must be dead. This was very silly on my part since I still saw him one weekend a month.

Thankfully I grew out of that phase very quickly and didn’t tell other people that anymore.

So, What Happened?

It’s funny to look back. I was still true to myself. Sure I played with the other children from time to time, but mostly I played around the other children. They could keep playing their house and baby, while I would quietly be off in my own world of magic.

To this day I still don’t understand what the teacher thought she was helping by forcing me to interact with others when I clearly had no desire to. It’s possible that she didn’t want my social growth to be stunted, but I think it had the opposite effect.

I think that maybe if I hadn’t been thrown into the proverbial lion’s den of having to somehow interact with 15 other children that I might be a little more confident when meeting new people now.

If you want to learn whether it’s possible to change your personality type or not then check out my post here!

Feel free to post any comments, questions, or stories of your own in the comment section below. I will be more than happy to tell you what I know, and answer everything to the best of my ability.

Thanks,

Anne

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Comments

ValerieJoy

Anne, that is a very interesting real life story.

It seems to me you were your own person from a very young age. You knew what you wanted and I believe you should not have been forced to mix with other children at that particular time. I also believe that in your own time you would have become more social and joined in play, because you were ready to. Not because you were forced. What could be better than reading enjoyable stories.

It’s strange how some people attempt to manage the life of others.

From what I can see in today’s society, children have more choices and are not forced into doing something that could upset them too much.

I get this feeling from my 3 year old grandson. He has been attending a Kindergarten for about two years. For his age he is quite well socially adjusted, but mainly of his own making. He has an outgoing personality. He is also strong in mind, and if he were to be forced to do something that goes against his personality, I’m sure it would not turn out well.

Mar 31.2018 | 03:18 am

    Anne

    Hello ValerieJoy and thank you for you wonderful comment.

    I admit that I don’t know what would have happened had I been left to do my own thing. I suppose we’ll never find out. I do hope you are right and children have the choice to do as they wish now as long as it doesn’t harm them unnecessarily. 

    I’m happy that your grandson is able to do his own thing and is doing quite well.

    Take care,

    Anne

    Mar 31.2018 | 09:42 am

Flavia

This was really interesting and a bit funny!

I love hearing stories of people’s childhood. I kind of resonate with you in a way. When I was in high school, I become more quiet and shy. I was more bubbly in primary school but due to depression, it made it harder for me to interact with others as I got older.

I see it often that some teachers just don’t know how to attend to a child’s needs. Yet teachers are supposed to be our role models in school, but some of them don’t know how to guide them well and so kids are still left abandoned or confused. I too was that kid that loved to read and I still love reading. I think all kids should be left free to develop into the type of person they want to become.

Mar 31.2018 | 03:23 am

    Anne

    Hello Flavia and thank you for your lovely comment.

    I love hearing stories like that as well. My favorite thing to do when I was finally allowed to sit with the grown ups during get togethers’ was listen to all the different stories.

    I’m sorry you had/have depression. That’s not easy for anyone to bear. I admit to going the opposite direction and tried to turn myself into this bubbly, outgoing person that I wasn’t.

    I hope these teachers learn that it’s not one size fits all. There is no cookie cutter recipe on how to teach, manage, and nurture children.

    Take care,

    Anne

    Mar 31.2018 | 09:46 am

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