Preschool

Preschool brainwashes children. They learn the alphabet that a secret government wants them to learn. Soon this government is going to take over their minds and get them to write a certain way, so that no one else will know what they’re talking about. The poor children are totally defenseless. They have no idea what’s going on.

It gets even worse as they get older. The kids who went to preschool get better grades. Everyone knows it’s because this government pays their teachers off. There’s no way they could do better, they’re all in the same class.

Someday those kids are going to rule the country and make it mandatory that everyone goes to preschool. This will eventually change everything for the world to come.

The government is just trying to make them look better, and they get all the money that parents pay to take their kids to preschool. It’s pretty darn sad that this government uses all those innocent children to make money and even brainwashes them and their families into believing that it’s better for them.

Karen and Lisa were on their weekly shopping trip, but this time they both had to bring their four year old sons, Kenny and Spencer. Karen started sending her son Kenny to preschool earlier that year, while Lisa taught Spencer at home occasionally.

"Mommy," Spencer said, "I won’ some gum"

"We’ll see how well you behave."

They continued pushing their carts down the aisles with the boys trailing shortly behind. Kenny and Spencer kept trying to see who could jump the highest against the tall shelves.

"Mom," Kenny said, "what’s Western Family?," looking at the milk cartons.

"It’s just a brand, honey."

Lisa gaped, "How did he know what that said?"

"Well, he’s a really good reader."

"I can’t believe it, Spencer barely reads Dr. Suess books."

Karen and Lisa continued slowly down aisle and picked out the rest of their groceries, then brought them up to the check out counter.

Before the checker could say the total, Kenny blurted out, "Wow mom, fifty dollars and twenty-three cents is a lot of money!"

Lisa’s mouth dropped and eyes enlarged when she realized how much Kenny knew, and how far behind Spencer would be.

"I can’t believe how much these children have learned this year," Mrs. Carter said, noting the constant chatter of the children, "they are so different from their first day of preschool."

Katie, was the shyest girl the first day came in and threw herself on Mr. Sanders’ lap, "these kids were so scared the first day, it’s incredible how much their self esteem and confidence has grown." They’re definitely not shy, he thought, rubbing his aching leg.

"I really wish that preschool was a law, these kids are so much more advanced and ready for kindergarten than children who don’t go. When I did an internship in a kindergarten class, you could pick out all the kids that had gone to preschool from those who didn’t. They weren’t only smarter, but they didn’t have as hard of a time adjusting to their new surroundings and they made friends a lot easier." It always made her really sad to see the children who were behind and the struggles they always had, now she focused on educating the kids in her class as much as possible.

"I agree, I didn’t send my two older kids to preschool, and there is a total difference between them and my other three children. They get better grades than the others, and we didn’t have such a hard time sending them off to school, they actually wanted to go. Many times their teachers comment on how well they behave and tell us how much they can see their abilities."

Mrs. Carter started organizing her things to start class and said, "I wish more parents were aware of the improvements they would see in their children if they sent them to preschool. It’s just as important for them to develop socially as they do scholastically, not to mention how many other aspects of their lives that will improve."

Imagine a tool that isn’t made properly. It will never function as well as one that was made right. It may fall short in accomplishing a simple task. If it was an electric tool, it might just quit altogether.

Everyone hopes that the tool they buy is a good tool, and was made right. Sometimes it seems like too much of a pain to return to the store. A lot of times they can’t even be returned if you’ve used it a few times before you realized it wasn’t good.

This is the same with children. They deserve proper "assembly." If they aren’t made properly, they won’t function as well. Many parents don’t realize how much preschool helps their kids until it’s too late, and there’s no way that they can go back.

Preschool helps children perform at their utmost ability throughout their lives. The better preparation they have, the better they will be in the things they need to do.

HOW TO FIND A GOOD ONE

A Quality preschool should have the following:

*Be licensed by the state

*Pass certain health guidelines that include: cleanliness, free from dangerous chemicals, and animals/rodents.

*Strict safety features such as: children away from stoves, hot water heaters, furnaces, knives, poisonous materials, etc.

*The child-adult ratio should be minimal. The more personal attention a child h has, the more he/she will learn and be protected from accidents.

Schools should also teach an Integrated Curriculum that includes:

*Physical fitness. They should have appropriate toys to play with that will

enhance their abilities and challenge them physically.

*Social skills. Having a variety of ages teaches children how to associate with

other ages.

*Promote positive attitudes towards race, gender, and handicapped people. This can easily be done with dolls and books.

Reading stories was the best. They got to sit on the big, fluffy pink couch. It was so soft and they could sit comfortably for hours. The teacher was reading "Where the Monsters Are From" it was his favorite story. He loved hearing about the jungle and all of the trees, then how the monsters thought he was the king. The boy in the story got to do whatever he wanted. Jimmy continued to sit comfortably and stretch out his arms and legs. They barely reached the edge of the couch. He started to slump down further so that his legs began to hang over the edge.

Next they had recess. Jimmy raced out of the building and ran straight for the tricycles. He raced around the sidewalks. Going in circles, up and down the hills and around the building. Then he jumped off so he could play with the other kids on the jungle gym. He climbed up and down and tried to hang from the bars, but they were too slippery, so he decided to play on the swings. He ran up to them and pushed as hard as he could, then jumped on the swing. He flew high into the air and swung back and forth, up and down.

Jimmy sure was tired after their play time. His teacher read them a story. This one was about nighttime. It talked about the stars and the moon. He layed on his mat and soon his eyes and his head became really heavy, he tried to stay awake and be a big boy, but they just got heavier and heavier. He slouched down in the soft, fluffy sofa and relaxed. The next thing Jimmy knew, his dad was nudging his arm to wake him up and take him home.

PREPARES

READIES

ENCOURAGES

SOCIAL

COMPETENCE

HELPS

OBSERVATION

OBSTACLES

LEARNING

"The wipers on the bus go swish swish swish, swish swish swish, swish swish swish, the wipers on the bus go swish swish swish, all through the town." Jenny’s hands moved quickly and at precise angles to the right and left, acting out her part of the song. "That’s the new song I learned in preschool today!" She excitedly proclaimed.

Carol smiled as she recognized the familiar tune. "That’s one of my favorite songs, you can sing it for daddy when we get home." They slowly made their way through the late afternoon traffic. No one seemed to be going anywhere, and Carol hoped Jenny wouldn’t get bored too soon, there was a lot further to go.

Jenny placed one finger to her lips and continued,"The mothers on the bus say hush hush hush, hush hush hush, hush hush hush, the mothers on the bus say hush hush hush, all through the town. That’s my favorite part of the song. Whenever we ride the bus, you always tell us to hush." Her skin became pink as she began to blush and she turned her head to giggle, at the joke she thought was so funny.

Carol laughed, "Well, that’s because you kids don’t know how to behave."

"How much longer?" She leaned up in her seat, like she thought she might be able to make it appear sooner if she got a closer view. All of a sudden she started thrusting her arm out like she was pushing something away, "the drivers on the bus go honk honk honk, honk honk honk, honk honk honk, the drivers on the bus go honk honk honk, all through the town."

Eventually they pulled into their driveway and Jenny continued singing, "the grandma’s on the bus go knit knit knit, knit knit knit, knit knit knit, the grandma’s on the bus go knit knit knit, all through the town."

The children slowly seeped their fingers into the cool, thick pudding. Their lips were widening into a smile and their eyes began to light up as they began their new project, finger painting with pudding. Sarah slowly placed her pudding-covered fingers on the paper, then she gently pressed against it and saw the globs of pudding that dripped all around her. Next, she quickly smeared her fingers swiftly across the paper, then yanked her hand back and placed it back into her bowl. She lifted her hand high up in the air and started twisting her wrist, throwing pudding drops all across her shirt, in her hair, and all across the paper. As they hit the paper, the drops splashed out and looked like they had little fingers, reaching out to the edges of the paper. Next, she pressed her entire palm against the paper and allowed it to gently suck at her hand as she raised it so slowly that it almost seemed motionless.