Picture yourself before any traumatizing research papers, before all the sleepless nights, before Spark Notes became your best friend, and before you even knew what SATs were and you’ll realize that that is where it all began. I was about three years old and I was desperate to go to school. I wanted no business spending half of my day inside the house, while my brother and sister got to learn and make friends. Eventually, my desperation led my mom to decide to play “school” with me. I thought that nothing in the world, probably with the exception of Barney, could top this magical game which satisfied my never ending lust for kindergarten. As often as we could, my mother and I would play “school” and it was always the highlight of my day. My mom would get out a chalkboard and be my teacher, while I would get out my desk and be her student. Every time we played, she would give me new assignments, ask me different questions, and even assign homework, even if it was just coloring a picture or writing my name. She would always help me practice counting, reading, writing, and basically any other thing that a child would want to learn. It’s amazing how back then I longed for schoolwork, while now I find myself longing more for a break from it. Well, you know what they say. Be careful what you wish for!
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