I remember a few strange things about kindergarten. I think I'll just smoosh them all into one page here. First, I remember story time, and the square carpet with the duct tape on the outside. I remember we had to sit the duct tape, and stay off the carpet. The kids often slipped and were scolded for "touching the carpet." I also remember time-out. Oh I was never put on time-out. (I was the goody-2-shoes. Okay I still am. Shut up. :P) But what was so funny is that time-out had a special chair. In fact, it was a mushroom, dubbed the "magic mushroom." "Matthew, go sit on the magic mushroom until I say you can get off." How weird does that sound?!? Is it just me? Well anyway, I also remember my big buddy, a 5th grader that the teachers assigned for all the students. Each 5th grader had a little buddy in kindergarten or first grade or something like that. 2nd graders were with 4th graders and 1st with 3rd. My big buddy's name was Jessica, and I remember that she was Asian. I thought she was the most beautiful person in the entire world. I loved her long, dark, silky hair and her beautiful eyes. It was then that I instantly wanted to be Chinese. Or Japanese. Or anything that would give me cool eyes like that. I didn't care. Then, I also remember that when they took us from the classroom to the library or anything, they would have us walk in a single-file line, and anytime we passed the principal (named Mr. Harder) on our trip, he would always pull my braid/ponytail. I really miss him; he was one of those awesome principals who knows everyone's name and who their best friend is. And, like all awesome principals, he was replaced by a witch from the depths of Hell. To this day, no students really like her. (I still don't.) There was also a girl in my class, Angie, who was kind of a friend/bully to me. It was weird... she would pick on me, but not let anyone else do so. (Kind of like an older sibling, I guess. :P) But there was one time that she told me she was going to pull out all my hair and make my head bleed. I cried so hard. She scared the sense out of me. Looking back on it now, she doesn't remember. I'm surprised I do.