little victor's new day at school

it's a big day for mommies and daddies to send their little boys and girls to their first day of school. they get all proud and excited that their children are starting their first real phase of life, and really, are they not paving their way to their future, the oh so bright and successful future?

doctor, lawyer, engineer?
businessman, fireman, batman?

mommy and daddy give their last look as little victor jumps out of the car, lunch box in hand, little backpack with his favourite superhero, depending on what's on tv that day. they probably wonder how long it'll take their little boy to make friends, and to learn his multiplication tables. then they drive away into their own world.

so let's look at how big a day this really is for the little boys and girls.

little victor trods along the halls, and the halls are filled with little students. they were all going to their classrooms, and they knew where to go. but little victor is looking around, trying to find where to go. he was fumbling in his pockets. i think he's looking for his schedule or something to tell him where to go. he searches in his backpack and still doesn't find anything. he looks frustated now, because he's furrowed his little brow.

a seemingly older boy who knew where he was going gave little victor a light slap in the back. "over here, boy. you're going to be late". little victor looked up at him and realized he had no choice but to follow this older boy. he knew where he was going, just like all the other little boys and girls. the older boy directed him to a classroom of other little boys and girls just like little victor, and little victor stepped inside. he looked back to thank his new friend, but the older boy was gone before little victor could say anything. by himself already, he walks into the class and takes a seat, as the teacher was already going through the attendance.

so the multiplication tables? the teacher's starting to hand out the notebooks, and eager little students are flipping through the fresh white pages. chalk touches slate, and the class begins. some students are copying, some are not. look at their faces. little victor's brow is furrowed again, as he has copied the notes on the board, but suddenly has stopped halfway. he puts his pencil down, staring at the board. then he looks out the window. some students look over to victor, but after a glance, they continue to write in their books.

it was recess time. all the little students run outside trying to figure out what fun was. some went to the swings. some went to play ball. others were climbing the park. little victor was overwhelmed by all that selection. some boys were playing handball over at the nearby wall, and that was the closest thing to him, so he went to play handball.

it was getting close to the end of the day, and little victor still had that look on his face, that there might have been a better choice for him here, but he still went with the other choice instead. or he's able to figure something out, but instead he waits it out for other people to figure it out and would not actually figure it out for himself.

maybe school will be better next day.

mommy and daddy, there are some things that happen on the first day of school that you just won't think about.