Gracey, Kindergarten as Academic Boot Camp

Reading this chapter instantly reminded me of the first day in this class when Harry stood at the front of the class, and did nothing. As we all just sat their quietly and stared at him, because we’ve been taught over all these years just to sit quietly and wait for instruction-or do as we’ve been told. This chapter also, now as an adult, brings back my memories of kindergarten. I didn’t realize what was going on, I thought all these activity’s (that I now see as boot camp or a crazy training ground) was fun not knowing how mindless and non-individual  they all make us. Forcing us to celebrate the country we live and have pride for it, but also in some cases, forcing religion at such a young age. One major thing that happened to me was; I would hang onto my mom and not want to go into class, so my mom would have to literally hand me to the teacher. I would cry and cry not to go. My mom thought it was heart breaking; till one day my teacher told her to come peak through the window after I went to class. My mom was shocked; the teacher put me immediately down on the ground I  instantly stopped crying and went directly over to a friend and started working on the table project at hand. Already learning how to play the game besides how to act in society, but also how to get what I want- which later throughout my school years, lead to me being a pretty good actor of being “sick” when I didn’t want to go to school and a lot of the time getting away with it.