A3: My Favorite School Year

                My favorite school year ever was definitely kindergarten.  The start of the journey.  The glory days.  I remember first walking in; the smell of the classroom; the new faces; my exact seat; the bar code on my backpack.  My teacher was Mrs. Malik, who was old, but like all the other primary school teachers, looks exactly the same every single year.  I quickly adapted to the rules and routine in the classroom.  I took on the role of the law keeper, alerting Mrs. Malik of the crimes done by the class hoods.  Because of me, kids went home with Reds and Yellows, while I made off with a Green.

                A good while after all my classmates started to hate my guts, I resigned from my position and made some friends.  At free time, I formed a group called the Puzzle Finders Club.  We found puzzle pieces.  As their founder, I nicknamed myself Mr. Finds, but that never took off so I remained Ben.

                One of the things I remember about kindergarten was that almost everything was fun.  Painting, drawing, building with blocks, even learning was fun Mrs. Malik.  In fact, I think I owe that year to Mrs. Malik, because when she was teaching, everything was frolicking through a meadow.  The only thing bad about kindergarten was the pencil holding class. 

                For that, we had a special teacher whose profession was apparently holding pencils.  I have always had a weird grip on my pencil.  I hold it using five fingers, and the pencil holding teacher hated that.  The word “decrepit” was thrown around quite a lot.

                They say ignorance is bliss, and kindergarten is the essence of that statement.  Kids didn’t really have stuff against each other, everybody worked their little hearts out in gym class, and of course everyone loved the teacher.  Now that I’ve thought about it, it really was bliss, and that is why my favorite school year ever was definitely kindergarten.