A grown-up returns to kindergarten in pursuit of learning and happiness
I’ve had the little ditty from Billy Madison stuck in my head all day. (If you don’t know it yet, don’t worry — you will.) Tomorrow is the day I’ve been waiting for: my return to kindergarten at my elementary school.
I’ve got my lunch packed up: veggie & cheese fritatta, an organic peach, and half a piece of tomato bread. (Darren: “No one’s gonna trade you for that!”) It’s in a brown bag with my name on it. My mom offered to put a little note inside like in the old days.
I’ve had a lot of memory triggers today that gave me a taste of what’s to come over the next few months. I had to drive into Petaluma today on my old route to high school, and I popped in a random mix tape, circa 1996. It included:
It’s crazy how the lyrics have taken up permanent residence in a corner of my brain, which I probably could be using to remember what 12 x 9 equals. But then I’d miss out on belting out the Blues Traveler while cruising down Adobe Road, feeling like a 16-year-old.
Another blast from the past today was catching up by phone with an old classmate from high school who works for the Sonoma Index-Tribune. We hadn’t spoken since graduation but talked as easily as if we saw each other every day. Our 10-year reunion is approaching in a few weeks, and we’re both looking forward to sharing the evolutions of our teenage selves that are light on the zits, heavy on the sass. I’m hoping to track down classmates from all my old schools and see how we relate to each other as grown-ups.

First day of kindergarten, 1985
Here’s what I know about my first day of school, 2008. I’m going to…
I expect a lot of other memories to surface: the excitement and apprehension of starting a new year (and the first year, in the kindergarteners’ case) with new clothes and school supplies; the schoolyard games like “Girls Chase Boys”; and the daily routines like recess and snack time. God knows that if I lie down on a nap rug, after a week of sleep deprivation, there will be no waking me without a fight.
After school tomorrow, I promise to give you the full report: You ask me how my day was, and I’ll say, “Fine.”
Well, here goes nothin’….
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What do you remember about your first day of school — of any year, and especially kindergarten?
Reschool Yourself is a year-long project in self-education and empowerment. This fall, to understand how school shaped my identity, and to reconnect with my imagination and intuition, I'm returning to my childhood classrooms week by week. In the spring, in order to become as self-sufficient as possible, I'll pursue learning opportunities in the U.S. and abroad. Throughout the year, I'll share my transformative experiences of "reschooling" through this website, in the hopes that readers of all ages will exchange their own.
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Gilliebean
August 20th, 2008 at 11:50 pm
Ohhh back to school… now I’m gonna have that stuck in my head all night.
First of all, that is totally my mix tape from 8th grade! I remember making it shortly after I bought the “Romeo and Juliet” soundtrack.
Darren, no one ever wanted to trade for our lunches. They were always very well-balanced and lacking in Little Debbie’s snacks and Squeeze-Its. I appreciate it now, but at the time…
All I remember about the first day of kindergarten was being really excited to carry around my “big girl” school things– backpack, lunch bag, crayons, whatever else a 5-year-old girl needs. So exciting!
Darren
August 21st, 2008 at 7:30 am
School supplies are definitely key. At one point, I had a choice of skipping a grade or staying in the one I was in. I was nervous about skipping ahead, but what ended up making me choose to do it was that the school supply list for third grade allowed for a higher-count crayon pack.
Chuck
August 21st, 2008 at 4:46 pm
The mom that stayed was Laverne, wasn’t it?
Melia
August 21st, 2008 at 5:04 pm
“Teacher, Chuck is making fun of me cuz my mommy comes to school with me!”
Margaret
August 22nd, 2008 at 9:43 am
Hmm… I don’t think we traded things from our lunches at my school. Early on, I definitely didn’t have the trendy things, and then, knowing me, I probably boycotted trading later on when I did have more commercial items, since the system had scorned me earlier.
What I most remember about back to school is the first-day-photograph: in the uniform, with the backpack, new supplies or hand-me-downs (I agree, the funnest part, and still an obsession), my brother Bill, and in the very young grades, my Dad and our dog Fred would walk with us to school. And my mom would ALWAYS try to get a few more pictures than we were ready for. Enough already! On with the excitement!