those darn preschool starter memories

Every now and then, I get a flashback of Zach's first day of preschool in Chicago. Especially when I look at his old preschool pictures. I see the first day when I sat with him in class. I snuck outside for a little bit to see how he would be without me. For a few minutes it was fine. Then the teacher put on a record of Bert & Ernie on a safari hunt. Suddenly, I heard Zach screaming. I looked in and saw Zach in the middle of the floor with his hands over his ears, crying and screaming. The teacher and kids were marching around him. It was like some cannibals in the jungle, marching around their captured prey, getting ready for dinner. I'm sure it wasn't really like that. I know the kids were following the teacher and doing actions according to the record - look a tiger! Shoot the tiger! But at that time, Zach had a fear of unknown noises - as in where is that noise coming from. You have to explain to him that the sound is coming from the record player. What also amazes me is why one of the two teachers didn't try to comfort him. I know they want him to be more independant, but come on! This is the first day of preschool! I compare that to his first few days at day care at Taylor Tots. He would cry, and the teachers would pick him and hold him, hug him. That's comforting to the parents.
Then I picture the 2nd day of preschool at Children of Peace. I drop Zach off and to try and make it less painful, I exit right away and run into the car. I look out the window and see his little head popping up and down trying to look out the window. I see him crying.
On another day, I drop him off and he's lying on the floor crying.
So then I compare that to his first day at preschool hear in Pittsburgh. Yes, he's older. But he basically went willingly and ran right into the kids and I'm not even sure he looked back. Asia was basically the same.
It really makes a difference with how the school looks like - brightly painted walls, etc. And even more, the teachers. All of the teachers so far for Zach and Asia here have been so smiley. That's a big thing. Zach's montessori teacher at Children of Peace - I'm not sure I saw her smile once. She wasn't mean, just strict. And this was her first time teaching this age. I heard she was a kindergarten teacher or something. The previous teacher at Children of Peace went on maternity leave and decided not to come back. Maybe it was also the curriculum - Montessori. I think it taught Zach some good practices for his studies, but it just wasn't something he looked forward to going to at his age. On top of that, Children of Peace was a Catholic school. So that probably added another strictness or gray factor.
Anyway, I am so glad that I haven't had to go through that same experience again of the screaming and tears. It's been what... two years? And I still have those bad memories. Thank goodness my little boy wasn't traumatized. Just his mom.