The Hard Reality of First Grade
January 26th 2012 -
I remember when I started first grade. I was so nervous because I had to find my class by myself. We started the day with our free bible study lessons and my mom tried to encourage me. It was such a big building and although my mom told me which way to go I still went the wrong way. I felt so lost and scared. Someone saw my distress and showed me where my class was.
That was just the beginning of a difficult year. I ended up needing glasses that year and I remember the first day I wore my glasses to class. Everyone laughed as soon as I walked in the class room. Even the 8th grade kids that took care of us during our recess laughed at me. I felt like such a freak.
I remember one day standing in line and hearing some of the girls talking. The leader said this is what we are going to do; we will beat up all the fat kids. Then she looked at me and said oh but not you, you’re our friend. Talk about an esteem builder. I was often made fun of and ridiculed for my weight. I often went home and cried to my mom.
She would try to help comfort me and taught me many valuable lessons from our bible lessons for youth. I tried to remember and asked God to help me. I felt, even at such a young age, discouraged and I did not like myself. I am very glad that I had such a great mom and dad. They loved me and taught me that no matter what God always loves me and will never abandon me.
They were great examples of how a family should be. I never imagined that my family life would be so different from my childhood family.