My husband, Max, tells me I need to write stuff down before I forget it, which is highly possible for an over exerted brain such as mine.... (little children can do such a thing to an old hen).... .  Last night I was telling him about the way of "the first day" in pre-school, and  it always begins with much wailing and gnashing of teeth, - and it doesn't help that the kids are sort of weepy too.  After a peaceful rest off  for the summer, I am usually undecided as to which is worse, -the boredom of too many days of quiet tranquility or the chaos of August through the end of May, a pre-school year. Most of the time, I am ready to return to the busy land of Oz,... until I get there, and remember how it really is.  Gone is the rosy glow of  the memory of happy contented youngsters, waiting quietly in their wee chairs for the knowledge of the universe that "Ms Woach" is ready to impart to them.....no-wait, that is the alternate universe that I travel to occasionally... What really awaits me on the first day of school is more like something from a horror/comedy movie script.  A non- verified accounting of the number of small actors in these so called screen plays that I have staged in the last six years, is approximately  four million twenty two... (that's what it feels like at times), but it is most likely around 35 or 36 uniformed little people.  Each tiny thespian  is unique in his or her own way, except for the fact that they all depend upon me to be their "mom-away-from real-mom" on our pre-school stage.  Oh, the drama that is portrayed on opening day!  Be it the tears that flow silently, or the weeping accompanied by loud wailing and lamenting, or the clinging to retreating parental units, or the "awe and wonder" gaze on tiny faces as they behold the grand display of colorful toys upon shelves- just out of a 3 yr olds reach, every first day of school is an Odyssey in the making for all concerned. Just call me Homer.... or, "I wish I was back at homer"... Anyway, one of the more memorable occurrences happens to be about a certain young lady who actually did not utter a sound on the first day.  No, it was in the middle of  Bible story time, on the second day that she abruptly yells out in a voice that I hadn't thought possible for such a tiny she -midget..... "YOU GO CALL MY MOMMA RIGHT NOW AND TELL HER TO COME AND PICK ME UP!!" She almost startled me enough to go and do it!  Big voices can and do come out of the mouths of babes.  Eventually she calmed down and decided to stay, but it was only after everybody ELSE  had calmed down from the jolt they received from her sudden deafening outburst!  I'm trying to remember if anyone (including me) wet their pants due to mass hysteria.....
Yes, opening day at Pre-school can be a grand adventure worthy of  the big screen.  I won't forget that first day"!