Personal Narrative: My Childhood Education In The United States

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I was born in November 26, 2002 at Porter Medical Center. I'm told I shot out like a torpedo and the doctor caught me. I lived on the 90 degree turn on Old Sawmill Rd in the two story white house with three brothers one six years older than me, the other four, and the last a year and about a half younger than me. I was raised in an environment of Congregational Christianity so I've been raised on good ideals. For the next few years I went to Lincoln Congregational Church in Lincoln, Vermont. After about ten years of being late (service started at 9:00 A.M.) we decided to go to a different church. After about three other church visits we decided on Orwell Congregational Church, and that has been where I go for the past three years. …show more content…
I went to Benson Village School which at the time was the only proper preschool around. I went there every other day starting Monday. Then I went to a local daycare ish thing at a friends house with another member of the community with us. The daycare thing did do some teaching. That covered the other two days that I didn't go to school and, thus I went to school five days in a row like my older brothers. Anyway, back to Kindergarten the first day was not the greatest ones I've had following because I was shy and was hiding for a majority of the meet and greet time though they pulled me gout and I introduced myself. Throughout that year we had Ms. Reardon who was a rather happy and upbeat teacher, who in the future would sub for us a few times. This sent me down a path of being introverted to most of the world and school. The next year, first grade, we had Mrs. Young who would later retire, but first was the fourth grade teacher so she was more strict than other first grade teachers would have been. This taught me discipline and that complaining would never get you anywhere in