I feel like this is one of those years of my life where some parts were such vivid memories, and others I'll never remember.
As soon as I think "first grade" the first thing that pops into my mind was my teacher. Mrs. Nuyen. She was so nice to me, and she really motivated me to become the best I could be. Cliché I know, but true. She and I just clicked.
Out of the many project they had Elementary kids do, the one I remember so vividly, and still have, is the "time capsule" that I had to make. Putting it simply, I just needed to put in some objects that I thought accurately portrayed me, what I liked, and who I was. For some reason, the item that I think of when I think about this project is the pencil I put in there. That was my favorite pencil after all! I guess I just figured that I'd get it back one day!
I also remember putting in a laminated drawing I did of myself, which was complete with a little paragraph I wrote about what I liked and was like.
We had to seal it off, and write that it was not to be opened until 6th grade, and no matter how tempted I got in 5th, I did as was told. I remember so many times getting mad at my mom for not letting me open that thing.
I guess my memories from the first grade are a bit scarce, but the ones I have are quite vivid. In a generalization, I can say that first grade was one of the happiest years of my life.
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