Old School...

Almost 18 years ago to the day, I sat in room 240 at the end of the hall in P.S. 272 on Seaview Ave in Canarsie. We were instructed to write if-then statements (not explained to 1st graders using those exact words). However, I find this page from my 1st grade composition book humorous for a few reasons.

1. This assignment seemed relatively difficult to me. I always found it hard to write freely. I did so when it was assigned, but didn't enjoy it. At the age of 6, I had already learned this simple truth.
2. All of the if-then statements I wrote down, I came to learn in the next 18 years of my life through trial and error. If I was so intuitive in 1st grade, why did I have to learn these life lessons experientially; the hard way?
   

On my walk toward my school psychology externship this morning, I found myself reminiscing about mornings watching Conan the Adventurer cartoons, eating Apple Cinnamon Cheerios, and getting dressed in clothes that my mommy picked out for me. While at the time, I didn't always enjoy it, somehow, today, it seemed like something that would've been enjoyable.

P.S.- Happy Birthday Mom...thanks for the continue support.