I didn't go to pre-K, as we call it in my town, but it means preschool or whatever is before kindergarten.  So on my first day of kindergarten, I cried in my living room on my father's lap for a while before leaving to school because I was afraid of bullies.  (I had watched too much Fairly Odd Parents lol!)  My elementary school was five minutes away walking, so I walked to school with my mom to my class.  My teacher was very nice, and I still remember her today.  She's probably still at the school, and I could probably go visit her in August if I wanted to.  Anyway, so when I got to school and my mom dropped me off at the classroom, I went over to a table in the corner where this dirty-blonde girl was sitting by herself.  I tried to act tough, still thinking of bullies, and asked her if she wanted to be my best friend.  She did.  I still remember her, my first ever best friend.  Later on in elementary school I found out that my best friend and I were best friends before kindergarten!  Our older brothers used to go to the same karate classes and while they were in the classes upstairs in the two-story building we would play downstairs.  Then they stopped going to the classes a year before we went to kindergarten.  That was why we didn't remember each other.  Now me and her aren't in touch anymore now that we went our separate ways to different middle schools, but every time I think of kindergarten, I think of her.

Yesh. I remember crying for my mom everytime she left for the first month I believe. After that, It didn't bother me as much but I could feel my chest start to tighten up

I remember the first day of school for me when I was
starting the 5th grade .I was really nervous to go so my mom
came with me the first couple of days to show me how to get there.
I didn't want to go by myself cause I was so use to my mom taking me
to school from grades 1- 4 . 

Amazingly, I don't remember my first years very well, but there are certain details that I can re-call with amazing clarity.  My first day of school is one of those.   We were living in England (my dad was in the air force) at the time and I remember the school was pretty close by. My mom was very happy and got us pretty excited, I think.

She held our hands and walked us through the housing and this small park.  The 'school' was basically held in a few trailer sized houses next to the park, with each building being its own classroom.  Mine was on the very right while my twin sister's was in the middle somewhere.  The trailer was kind of dark, I think, and I remember several students already in there, and the teacher was up in the front.  My mom did not go in with me, but I was too excited to notice.  There was a border up along the ceiling that had the alphabet on it, and the room was absolutely cramped with little student desks.  My teacher had a very musical voice, and had long straight brown hair.  Oddly enough, I don't remember anything that happened during the rest of the day.  I only remember what happened when we got home.

My mom started video recording us as soon as we stepped through the doorway and we didn't even get the chance to put our stuff down (it's so strange how I can envision that exact little spot of our house!).  Her and my dad both hovered, asking how school had went, how we liked it, and what we had learned.  My twin had walked in first, and she was kind of ...well, she wasn't thrilled.  She was a little quiet about her day, and I got impatient because I was like...uber excited.  So....oh it's terrible!....I kind of pushed right in front of her, being an attention hog.  I started going on and on about how awesome my day was and how awesome my teacher was, and I started to sing this song we had learned about apples on a tree.  

I think that sadly, this is what determined the way school would turn out for me and my twin.  She had an old grumpy teacher that made her dread going to school and I had a young exciting teacher that made me love it.  That pattern of our feelings towards learning continued on until this day, and it's one of the reasons I decided to become a teacher.  I still do regret the way I pushed my sister aside to show off how lovely my school experience was though.

mike345 : I do remember my first pre school day but not my first actual school day.

I vaguely remember it. I remember walking in the doors, and waiting in line for my name PTAs. That's about it :3

Mm hardly but somehow loll its been awhile actually a lot time

I walked into the kindergarten room and wet my pants when my mom left the room, leaving me with a bunch of people i didn't know. to make things worse, a few kids snarled at me . Not a good day for me. nowadays i find school boring instead of scary. 






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Yes I remember my first day of school, because all of them is the same. I am nervous, and the teacher always pronounce my name wrong on the first day which made me mad. 

Even through it has been a long time, I can remember most of my first days in school. But then again, I tend not to think about them.

Yes.  I do.  The  most memorable days are the first and the last days.

Of this year yes i do. But of the first day of school talking 1st grade wise i don't. The first day of this school year i met so many fine girls it was like a dream come true.

I don't remember much about the kindergarten.  I seriously just moved, so when I went into the classroom I knew no one!   It took me awhile to make some new friends.  I've never been too social.  So I only made about 5 primary friends in that grade.  I also remembering playing tag at recess, and one kid said, "Man, that's so stupid!" and I yelled to him from the playground, "Stupid is a mean word!  Don't say it!!" and he looked at me weirdly.  (Btw, I seriously said "Stupid is a mean word!" kinda like from The Gameplan.  I don't know if anyone remembers that movie.

My first day of school that i remember was when i was in first grade and i didn't know anybody. I felt so weird and nervous because everybody was looking at me.