The bright air is shining through my bedroom window on this early Monday morning. Today is the day, my first day of kindergarten. I spring out of bed and run to the bathroom to go through my morning routine. I scrub my teeth as hard as I can to make sure they are sparkling white before I go back to my bedroom. It is decorated with pink and purple wallpaper, with flower stickers plastered on every wall. I pull out the brand-new outfit my mom got me for my first day of school. It is, of course, a pink sparkly top that flows loose so it can blow freely in the wind as I walk toward the bus. Underneath my sparkly pink top, I wear a soft pair of purple jeans. Mom says it does not match, but I do not care; I want to show all my new friends my favorite colors.
I live on a farm, so today will be my first day that I get to meet friends other then my dog and my brother, Zach. I hope there are lots of girls in my class. It will be fun to play Barbie’s with someone who doesn’t rip their heads off like my brother always does.
I give my mom a big bear hug and then my brother and I are off to the bus. Our driveway is too long for my little legs to keep up with my brother; he walks so fast. My pink light up shoes clunk as I walk up the big bus steps. I find a seat in the front and sit down. The bus ride is very long and my excitement continues to grow the closer we get to town. I was hoping someone would sit with me on the bus, but Zach told me no one would want to sit with me because I am just a little girl.
We arrive at the school and I jump off the bus and run through the school doors. The walls are green and white and the hallway seems to go on for miles. Zach takes me to the kindergarten classroom and then he goes to find his. My first day of school is about to begin! As I walk through the big clunky door, I see something I was not expecting. Blue and green everywhere. Boys running around playing with blocks and action figures. I soon come to realize that I am going to be the only girl in the Kindergarten class this year.
We all sit down to introduce ourselves. We are asked to share our name, age and our favorite toy to play with.
“Hi, my name is Evan. I am 5 years old and I love to play sports.”
“Hi, my name is Mitchell. I am 5 years old and my favorite thing to play with is mutant ninja turtles.”
“Hi, my name is Tyler. I also am 5 years old and my favorite thing to play with is my action figures.”
“Hi, my name is Sydney. I am 5 years old and my favorite things to play with are my Barbie’s.”
A burst of laughter shoots through the air as I finish my sentence. Mrs. Koski tells the boys to calm down and let me finish speaking, but I have nothing else to say. I am too scared they are going to laugh as soon as I open my mouth again.
My first day is long and boring. I do not meet anyone to play Barbie’s with, or anyone who could come have sleepovers. I gather my pink backpack and put on my pink light up shoes and walk out to catch my bus to go home. Maybe tomorrow I will try wearing blue instead.
My first day of kindergarten is when I realized who I was and understood that there is a difference between boys and girls. I went through all my school years with those boys, girls would come and go, but in the end, that was my graduating class. The three boys and myself grew up together.