It was my first day of kindergarten. I was already homesick and scared. And then the teacher, Mrs. Brown, brightly announced, “Today, class, we’re going to make stop lights!”
I promptly burst into tears.
Mrs. Brown tried to figure out what was wrong, but I didn’t know how to articulate the cascade of overwhelm in my head. It went something like this:
OMG it’s my very first day of kindergarten and I’m not at all sold on this school thing and now apparently these people expect me to somehow construct a working traffic signal and nobody else seems worried so I guess I’m the only kid in the class who doesn’t already know the mechanics and electronics involved—kindergarten is going to be way more awful than I thought!