The Kindergarten Debacle

Why be a little late when you can be big-ly late?
In this case, I was epically late!

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When I was five I couldn’t wait to start school.  I wanted to read schoolbooks, eat school lunch, play during recess and do everything else that I had so often heard older kids talk about doing.  But alas, I was too young for all of that right?


One idle weekday in the 1970’s, my mom and I were partaking in an unconventional, yet hearty, breakfast of Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.  Friends, this was one of my most favorite meals because mama used real cheese with the red stuff around it.  After one bite, that cheese stretched for miles.  It was delicious!  Oooohweeeee!  If memory serves, she called it hoop cheese.

Did I just digress?  I beg your pardon.  Just stay with me 😉

Anyway, while we were eating, my mom’s friend came over for a visit.  After a quick exchange of pleasantries, mama’s friend looked at me with a puzzled…

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6 thoughts on “The Kindergarten Debacle

  1. Tareau Barron

    Awesome story. Hoop cheese or loop cheese sounds Hella good. You know my greedy ass lmfao. “Hey Tareau, it’s a story about a young lady’s first day of school, so why are you focusing on food?” Lmfao. I bet you was the Belle of kindergarten. Mama G probably got a call from the teacher to tell her that Lady G, took over the classroom. Ron am I Right? Man now I want to do some kindergarten homework

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      1. Tareau Barron

        Man oh man, I live the south. I need to get in shape first hahahahaah then I’ll go and y’all can fatten me back up. I was the Kang (Yes Kang not king) of East Point when I went to the A. Hahahahaha. Man oh man


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