SCS Is the best
SCS
September of 1999 was probably the most exhilarating time of my whole entire life. It was the night before the first day of kindergarten at Sandwich Central School and I was so ready the morning. I never went to pre-school or daycare, I spent the days and nights with my mom and dad. My mom packed my lunch box with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, animal crackers, cheese sticks, a juicy juice, and every other possible snack for a spoiled kindergartner. Like every other night my mom helped me brush my teeth, take a bath, and lay out my clothes for the next day, but there was a new and exciting energy in the air. I was nervous, scared, and afraid for my first day but I just had a feeling it was going to be a good one. I remember getting out of my mom’s Rav4 that morning. The smell of autumn lingered in my nose as I sat waiting for her to come to the back and unbuckle me. I watched her as she walked first to the trunk of the car to get my backpack, and then finally to me. She held my backpack in one hand and held my hand in the other. We walked across a paved pathway covered in worn outlines of four square and hopscotch over to where other children were eagerly standing with their moms and dads. I looked around at my new classmates and though I didn’t know it then, most would turn out to be very good friends of mine. One of the aids at school named Mrs. Booty started to yell towards our direction in a loud but oddly comforting voice. She stood straight up in a long dress and Birkenstock sandals, with short grey curly hair and the biggest smile and shiniest teeth I’d ever seen. She told us she wanted to teach us her favorite song. “Repeat after me!” she chanted as she began to tap her feet. “SCS is the best! A head above all the rest! SCS is number 1, and we have a ton of fun!!!”
Mrs. Christensen then emerged from the double door entrance to the classroom and motioned to our parents that they could let us go inside with her. My mom grasped my
September of 1999 was probably the most exhilarating time of my whole entire life. It was the night before the first day of kindergarten at Sandwich Central School and I was so ready the morning. I never went to pre-school or daycare, I spent the days and nights with my mom and dad. My mom packed my lunch box with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, animal crackers, cheese sticks, a juicy juice, and every other possible snack for a spoiled kindergartner. Like every other night my mom helped me brush my teeth, take a bath, and lay out my clothes for the next day, but there was a new and exciting energy in the air. I was nervous, scared, and afraid for my first day but I just had a feeling it was going to be a good one. I remember getting out of my mom’s Rav4 that morning. The smell of autumn lingered in my nose as I sat waiting for her to come to the back and unbuckle me. I watched her as she walked first to the trunk of the car to get my backpack, and then finally to me. She held my backpack in one hand and held my hand in the other. We walked across a paved pathway covered in worn outlines of four square and hopscotch over to where other children were eagerly standing with their moms and dads. I looked around at my new classmates and though I didn’t know it then, most would turn out to be very good friends of mine. One of the aids at school named Mrs. Booty started to yell towards our direction in a loud but oddly comforting voice. She stood straight up in a long dress and Birkenstock sandals, with short grey curly hair and the biggest smile and shiniest teeth I’d ever seen. She told us she wanted to teach us her favorite song. “Repeat after me!” she chanted as she began to tap her feet. “SCS is the best! A head above all the rest! SCS is number 1, and we have a ton of fun!!!”
Mrs. Christensen then emerged from the double door entrance to the classroom and motioned to our parents that they could let us go inside with her. My mom grasped my