Where Do I Go From Here?

Just as a disclaimer, please don't expect proper grammar and punctuation in this blog post, or any other future blog posts. I'll do my best with the spelling, but everything else is up in the air. Run-on sentences, incomplete sentences, numbered lists, and bullet points are all very good friends of mine, you will meet all of them very soon.

Where Do I Go From Here?

Preschool and Kindergarten set the foundation for my entire academic career.

I had already learned so much.

I hated naps, I hated sharing, and now I hated Animal Crackers too.

It was time to move up.  It was time to move on.

First Grade.

The big time. No more training wheels.

But I mean, what else could there possibly be to learn?

I can still remember it like it was yesterday.

The bus picked me up.

The bus dropped me off.

We had a recess BEFORE school started each day.

ON TOP of the normal recess time after lunch.

It was amazing.

Imagine if you had recess in High School.

Imagine if you had recess at work!

It shouldn't just be for children.

I took it for granted. But I was just a kid.

I also learned something else in first grade, something that has stuck with me to this day......

......Girls have cooties.

Boys are immune.

I heard it on the playground from a very reliable source, (some kid, I can't even remember his name) so it must have been true.

That didn't stop me from having my second crush in as many years.

This one was FAR greater than just staring at someone during nap time from the other side of the room.

This girl actually SPOKE to me.

I mean sure, it was only the phrase "tag, you're it", but let me tell you, in first grade, that's a HUGE step.

It was Playground Politics 101.

I mean, she could have tagged ANYONE, but she chose me, so obviously, that had to mean much more than it actually did.

She even had COOTIES, but I didn't care. I could make an exception.

Then she invited me to her birthday party.

I heard a rumor that I was the only boy that she invited.....

.......The rest were girls, with cooties.

I could make an exception for HER, but definitely not for ALL OF THEM.

Things were moving too fast.

I had to let her down gently.

I didn't go to her birthday party.

She asked me why I didn't show up.

This was my chance to be a gentleman about it.

I racked my brain trying to come up with the perfect excuse.

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks.

I told her "I didn't go to your party because I didn't want to".

Smooth.

She stuck her tongue out at me. Then she walked away, right out of my life.

Actually, she just walked back to her seat, which was roughly 10 feet away.

Either way, I was floored.

It took me a good 5-6 seconds, but I got over it, and I moved on.

The rest of the year was pretty straight forward.

I learned how to spell more better.

I learned to really hate waiting in lines, and having to walk in single file, which I still hate to this day.

Once I had mastered everything that first grade had to offer, I needed a new challenge, and that would come in the form of second grade, but we'll get to that soon enough.

Until next time!

Where Do I Begin?

Just as a disclaimer, please don't expect proper grammar and punctuation in this blog post, or any other future blog posts. I'll do my best with the spelling, but everything else is up in the air. Run-on sentences, incomplete sentences, numbered lists, and bullet points are all very good friends of mine, you will meet all of them very soon.

Where Do I Begin?

Me. Writing a blog post. I've been planning on doing this for YEARS. But as the king of procrastination, I'm still right on time.

I really don't know where to begin with this thing.

I've been on this planet for over 30 years now. I feel old. 

Now I know why companies always sell products for "$29.99". 

It looks like less.

I'm in a new age bracket. I can officially be a Senator now, so I guess there's that.

I still need 5 more years before I can run for President. Just kidding. I hate politics.

I came across a batch of old photos of when I was younger. One of them was a picture of me and my old cat. I was three years old, laying down on my kitchen floor, missing a sock. The story goes that my family couldn't decide on a name for our cat, so the cat's name just became "Cat". True story.

I miss those days. I miss not having any responsibilities, other than playing, eating, and sleeping. I'm basically saying that I wish I was a cat.

Or a dog, I had a Shih Tzu for 15 years. His name was Reggae. Yes, like the music. He was awesome.

I can remember back to when I was four years old. Everything before that is captured in pictures, old home movies, and stories from others.

I remember my first day of day care/preschool. I remember not understanding "nap time", and I still don't to this day. I would just lay there, staring at the ceiling, until Mrs. Peters told me I could get up. I never took naps, I still don't, when I go to sleep, I go to sleep. 

I remember the very first "snack time", which consisted of three animal crackers, and a little Dixie Cup of milk.

A Dixie Cup.

I felt insulted. 

Maybe the other "kids" thought it was magical that we were getting a whole THREE ANIMAL CRACKERS, but I saw right through the BS.

They had plenty of animal crackers.

They had plenty of milk.

We didn't need rations.

The adults helped themselves of course.

Of course they did.

Then they tried to introduce "sharing".

I wasn't having any of that.

"Do you want to share one of your animal crackers?"

Nope. 

You only gave me THREE to begin with. 

Three.

How about you "share" some of the extra twenty full bags I saw you put in the back.

I didn't think so.

It wasn't all bad though!

I had my first crush in preschool.

If you could even call it that.

It was more like "I like when that girl smiles at me, so I guess I'll just stare at her"

But then again that "staring" would spill over into "nap time", so now we're talking about starting at someone the entire time that they're sleeping.....

.....I think I may have been a Sociopath.

Then Kindergarten happened.

I learned two things in Kindergarten that I still utilize to this day.

How to write the number 8.

I can still hear my old teacher, "Make an S, and shoot for the moon!"

I also learned how to open a sealed bag.

Boom. Two life lessons from Kindergarten. Now we're getting somewhere.

We're also getting to the end of my very first blog post, but don't worry, I'll have much more in the near future.

Until next time!