Assistant Principal

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    Lisa Firth

  • I remember my very first day of schol in kindergarten.  For the few years before that day, my younger brother and I would play Batman and Robin with dish towel capes and masks made out of aluminum foil by our mom.  We were the youngest of ten children and the other eight had all made the pilgrimage to public school.  We would “BIFF” and “BOPP” all over the living room, watch ‘Captain Kangaroo’ and ‘Boom Town’ and wave to Miss Jean as she called out our names through her magic mirror.  We would play hide and seek on mom and have Beefaroni or peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch.  Life was good.

     
    I was wearing a navy blue dress with gold and brown plaid, a white ruffled collar, white ankle socks and the shiniest black patent leather shoes with a strap and a buckle.  All of a sudden my brother, mother and I were standing at the big blue door, the exterior door of my kindergarten classroom.  There was no orientation, no playground night, no kindergarten parent night, no move up day, no bus ride, no newsletter, no AlertNow, and no open house.  Just the big blue door.  My mother opened it and I knew my Batman and Robin days were over, otherwise, why would I be dressed for church on a Tuesday?  Mom walked in holding my hand and I locked myself to the doorjamb, making the letter ‘X’ with my body and screaming, “Nooooo!”  It wasn’t pretty nor was it something I was very proud of.
     
    Once the episode subsided, my mother walked me in to meet “her”, Mrs. Sanderson, my kindergarten teacher.  Her smile and soft voice calmed any fears that my older siblings pleasurably instilled into me.  She told me what kindergarten was all about as she held my hands cradled in hers.  That was it, I was hooked.  My mother and brother were free to leave and I joined the rest of my class in circle time.  Mrs. Sanderson read the class a story and for snack I enjoyed my mini glass ‘whole milk’ bottle with an aluminum and cardboard cap top along with my saltine and peanut butter crackers.  The half day ended as soon as it started, I went home for lunch, picked up where Batman and Robin had left off and still had Beefaroni for lunch.  Life was good.
     
    Welcome back to school, and for all students in your patent leather shoes and new neck ties; remember, I still know exactly how you feel.  Please say hello to your new teacher here at Brookside.  I promise she is Mrs. Sanderson with a different last name!
     
    Sincerely,
     
    Lisa Firth
    Lisa Firth
    Assistant Principal
    Brookside Elementary School