April 4, 2016
Today, while going
to school, my mom said that I have grown one class high, from nursery class to
kindergarten class. She said I will have a new class, a new ma'am and lots of
new friends. I looked at my mom carefully. Her smile was so big that even her
pale teeth were visible. I started wondering what my new class would look like?
How big it would be? What would be the colour of the walls? Mom mentioned about
a new teacher and I wondered what went wrong with my old teacher? Did her tummy
hurt so badly that she could no longer teach? Did I do something that upset her
and she is no longer my teacher? My mom mentioned about new friends and I
became confused. I am still confused
because how can I be friends with a bunch of people I don't know? Will they
share their seat with me? Will they share lunch with me? Will they play with
me? Will they laugh at me and make fun of me because I do not like to talk
much?
All these thoughts
added to my worry and made me cranky! When I reached school, I was still okay
because my mom was with me. I held her hand tight and I did not want her to
leave me in this new, strange yet familiar environment. When I entered my new class, it was different
than my old one and I was not comfortable. This made me really sad! When I met
my new teacher, I recognized her. She is Ms. Avril. She helped me last year in
annual day function. She talks very loud and loud noises hurt my ears. They
make me more anxious. When my new teacher introduced me to the new people of my
age, my mom let go of my hand and whispered “Hi” in my ears.. I remembered to
say “Hi” aloud. A few of the other kids said “Hi” back, but they didn't smile.
This made me more sad. I started to cry when my mom said that it was her time
to leave, that it is my school time and she will pick me after the circle time.
I started to cry harder. My mom said to Ms. Avril that I have ‘generalisation
difficulty’ and I will take time to adjust in the new class. She gave me a
flying kiss from the door and waved goodbye. I cried more. I cried and cried
till the time my nosies were pouring out.
Ms. Avril gave me
some toys to play with but I had no idea how to play with them so I did what I always
do with stuff: I just turned them over
and over and watched the light bounce off the shiny surfaces. Then I got bored.
And I remembered that I am now in a new class. This made me sad all over again
because I was missing my friends, old classroom and old teacher. This time I
cry louder, I howled and shouted. Ms. Avril thought that this was tantrum
because I wanted a particular toy. She firmly said that she knew I was throwing
a tantrum to get attention and get what I wanted and she wasn’t liking my behavior.
I carefully looked at her and sobbed all the time because she just didn’t realize
how badly I am missing the usual things that I used to do with my friends and
old teacher. She couldn’t see my sadness.