It could have been worse. It could have been better. It included:
- three spilled milk cartons (all were full, one hit the new counting carpet)
- one disappeared plastic tub for blocks (seriously no idea where it went. How would they have hidden it? And it’s not like they could have walked out with it under their jackets or something.)
- a ruined magic board when marker was used on it
- a book with a chewed-up spine (That one hurt. It was a book about vegetables though.)
- lots of hugs (which should count as a plus except that I’m not very touchy and they’re pretty germy.) (I kid, the hugs were pretty adorable, as were the goodbyes and eagerness to return tomorrow.)
It really wasn’t that bad. I don’t really know what a good first day looks like, but I think ours was okay. Could have been better, like I said, but everyone survived. We didn’t lose any kids. Other than the missing blocks tub and the milk smell, the classroom stayed in pretty good shape. Tomorrow is a new day and we’ll try again. With time and practice the hope is they’ll actually stop when we stay stop.
They also seemed to enjoy my reading of The Very Hungry Caterpillar and though they have not yet grasped the concept of single-file line, they learned to be quiet when walking down the hallway so we don’t disturb learning.
I feel like the next two years will be two years of small triumphs like walking quietly down the hallway. Or a day without milk spills. (Let’s hope that day is tomorrow).
Oh man, I used to love my MagnaDoodle. Even after it broke a little bit.
I remember being at preschool, what it looked like being small and where the parents waited by the door, but I can’t remember anything about what we did there. Cereal necklaces were my favorite thing.
Food books can be confusing things.