I had waited what seemed like many long years to start school. I would watch my brother go off to school and I would be left behind. I plagued my mother with questions of when could I start school. Finally I was able to start Kindergarten and it started out well. But as the year wore on, I was not brought to school on time. My teacher did not like me coming in late every day. I would beg my mother to get me to school on time. The teacher finally told my mother that I was to be dropped off at the office and she would come get me at her convenience. The shame I felt was incredible. The teacher would come and get me after a few minutes and then she would snipe at me. I hated the second half of Kindergarten and just wanted to go away and never go to school again. Luckily, I went to the same school as my brother the following year in first grade so I did not have this problem again. And first grade was awesome for me and I loved my first and second grade teachers so things did turn around for me later on. I made friends in school and I loved being there. One of the only good things I have gotten from my parents is a love of learning. I do always like to educate myself and do a lot of this by reading. My parents did instill a love of reading and learning in me at an early age. I know. I said something good about my parents.