Kindergarten

By: Diana Atinsola, 8th Grade

​I’m in the fall of my fifth year
I’m at a fresh start in Kindergarten 
We’re all crowded around the huge multi-colored rug,
In the center of the floor,
Listening to a read-a-loud from the teacher.
Nobody can sit still
Trying our best to get comfortable
While sitting in criss-cross-applesauce.

It’s time for art
We’re all confused on what to do
And who to talk to
All with a puzzled look on our faces
Until the brave asks the shy one,
 “Do you wanna be my friend?”

It’s time for lunch
Everyone is scattered around at their class table
The lucky ones have made friends 
The shy ones are listening in on the conversation without making any comments
All conversations sound the same and start with the same question, 
“What’s your favorite color?”
It’s time to go home
We see all the cars and school buses driving up
The teachers are calling out for the students who take the blue bus
We’re running up to our parents
To tell them everything about this new place we call  kindergarten
They all ask “How was school? Make any new friends?”

It’s time to sleep
We lay awake
Thinking of all we did and everything we could’ve done
All the new faces we saw
And we finally fall asleep
While thinking about all of the endless possibilities.

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