The transition from preschool to school was a very big step in my life. Of course, it didn't seem so then, because I was so excited to be starting school. It was only later that I realized how fundamental it actually was.
When I was in preschool, I remember we did many things. We sang quite a lot, and there were always lots of toys. There was the regular afternoon nap, and I also learnt Braille.
Every morning, I would sit down at a table with my Braille teacher. I remember she always brought me books to read, and I learnt to write a lot of Braille in preschool. It was always really fun, because we'd often wander off the topic while I was learning, and talk about other things as well. In this way, Braille was introduced to me in a fun and friendly manner, making the move into school not quite as hard.
My parents wanted me to go to a mainstream school. The deputy principal was very supportive, and actually came to my preschool to talk to me beforehand. I didn't have too much input into the matter at the time, being the oblivious 5 year old I was, but I remember I was very excited to be starting school. I don’t ever remember being scared or worried.
When I started kindergarten, I remember it was a thrilling and stimulating experience for me. I learned quite a few things in my first year at school, one of which was how to draw, (something which I have always loved doing). I made a lot of friends, and I had a wonderful teacher. She was very understanding, and always knew just how to look after us all, as well as being lots of fun. There were many other highlights, such as meeting new people, having older buddies and learning how to write in Braille. I had many laughs and memorable moments.
I was never lonely in Kindy. There was always someone who was willing to play with me and guide me around, and the teachers were delightful. All my friends knew just how to look out for me and I had two wonderful itinerant teachers. The role of an itinerant teacher is to do the Braille work and tactile pictures for the student, and to teach them cane skills, as well as explaining to the class how to treat and help them. My two teachers did all these things, being there for me when I needed them, but not being too invasive. I also had an aide sometimes, who didn't specialize in Braille, but who helped with things like art and sport.
As for my parents, they also handled the change splendidly. They looked out for me until I had settled in well, making sure I was happy and safe. They were not overprotective, but let me discover things for myself. In this way, I was never excluded from my classmates, but always felt secure. They always asked me how school was, so they knew nothing was wrong, and they made sure most of the teachers at my school were well informed of me. This, I believe, was the right way to go about it. They always made sure I was enjoying a safe and friendly school environment, but were never too defensive.
Overall, my first experiences of primary school were great. There may have been a few awkward situations here and there, but my reminiscences of kindergarten are happy ones. I adapted to working well within a normal school system, found ways to do virtually everything my friends did, and learnt to simply enjoy learning.