Seize All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten Fabricated By Robert Fulghum Digital Copy

knížku asi vystihuje jakýsi podnadpis podnázev "neobyčejné přemýšlení o obyčejných věcech".
A já si ji zamilovala a četla povídky dokola a podivovala se nad tím, jak ladně dokázal objevit kouzla v oněch věcech, které popisuje.
A jak tím dokáže uklidnit, že všude je to stejný a všichni jsme výjimeční a máme právo na to, co si přejeme.
Aunque no es la edición que leí hace muchos años siempre es bueno reencontrarse come stas historias, están la mayoría de las que recuerdo y algunas nuevas.
. . Siempre me hacen reír y me hacen llorar

Excelente libro Wisdom of the Ages

I thought that this book would be dorky It was anything but.
Also, It is not just about things you learned in kindergarten, it also has anecdotes that are so wonderfully charming that I will read them again and again.
In fact, I want to read every book he wrote, It does begin with things that we were taught in kindergarten, and it is a pretty short list sinceyear old dont have long attention spans:

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Share everything
. Play fair
. Dont hit people
. Put things back where you found them
, Clean up your own mess
, Dont take things that are not yours
, Say you are sorry when you hurt somebody
, Wash your hands before you teat
, Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you
, and a few more minor things

I dont recall learning anything in kindergarten, I only recall two things about my experience, which I will add a little later, Maybe I was just a slow learner, because I remember giving a boy a bloody nose in the second grade.
I got into trouble for it, but in theth grade when some boys told Billy Newhouse to go kiss me, when he reached me, I grabbed his left arm and pulled down on it, and he landed on his back on the floor.
I never figured out why I thought to do that, nor did I understand why it worked, I also got into trouble in the second grader for throwing my arms around the neck of a real cute boy and kissing hm.
And then there was the cheating, It isnt on Fulgrums list, well, yes, it was, It is the one that says, Play fair, I learned this in the second grade when I was given back a spelling test, and when the teacher told us how the words were spelled, I wanted to change my mistake, so I broke the tip off a pencil so the teacher couldnt see what I was doing, and used it to correct my mistake.
I aw the teacher coming and placed my hand over the pencil tip, She raised my hand and sent me to an upper grade as punishment, I never understood why it was punishment since I enjoyed being in the upper class and watching a student put up a difficult math problem on the chalk board.
I was fascinated.
Here is all I remember learning in kindergarten:
, I was given graham crackers with milk, which was never as good as how my mother made them when she used chocolate icing to hold the two crackers together.
Actually, it wasnt to hold them together, it was to make them taste great, I

will pick a soggy graham cracker filled with chocolate frosting over a chocolate cake any day, As for the soggy comment, well, that is when a twoday old cracker really tastes great, Maybe I should have said, soft, not soggy,

. The other thing I remember about kindergarten was that I was given a blue and white checked quilt to sleep on while there.
My grandmother had made it, I only remember because I have always seen an image of myself lying on it in class, just trying to sleep.
And now I have an image of my little brothers Charlie Brown blanket that my mom kept even after hd grown.
Why didnt she save my blue and white checkered quilt Maybe it was because she got soggy in her middle age, that is, she became sentimental.

As suggested by the title, the lessons children can or should be getting in kindergarten make a great focus for adult living.
Imagine how precepts like playing fair and not taking things that don't belong to you could resonate beyond childhood into sphere of politics and moral behavior.
The rule of "cleaning up your own mess" or "putting things back where you found them" make a good foundation for clean ecological living.
My favorite is "When you go out, watch out for traffic, hold hands, and stick together", When an angry mom defends her first child, folks listen Up!

Back when I was still not past five, I started Grade One.
I remember so vividly the first day, . .

Grade One was gonna be tough, and the first Day of it was so inauspicious a bleak day in November.


NOVEMBER, you say

Correct,

You see, I had started Kindergarten in September, but my mom had insisted to Dad that I was too smart for mere extended playtime.


Of course, she was right in a way because I had a January birth date but ONLY under that technicality.


But she got her way with him,

And then, the school principal said OK, after they locked horns over it,

The facts were obvious, though, For you see

I COULDNT READ YET whoops!

But Rule Number One for negotiators is, NEVER argue with a furious woman.
NEGOTIATE with her

And of course, Rule Two is, if shes still enraged, give in to her, . . with CONDITIONS.

My condition was, of course, if I chose to accept it if he cant read aftermonths

Hes OUTTA THERE.


My mom accepted the condition in Proxy,

The principal gave me midnineteenfifties intelligence tests, which somehow I aced musta been a good day,

So, with a Damoclean Sword poised over my head, on a cold and dreary November day, I walked the dreary quarter mile to school, with my commiserating best pal at the time, Stephen Smith.
My arrival in the classroom was no less ominous!

From the blackboard, there stared down at all of us twerpy, sprucedup kids we were really full of snakes n snails.
. . or sugar n spice a dazzling array of colourful posters depicting smiling cartoon characters,

Some had dazzling white teeth, Some had carefully manicured fingernails, But all those posters were spittIng images of PERFECT PARAGONS OF VIRTUE,

Hard for me to emulate, even at that age! Yikes,

Most of us had not QUITE yet learned these things, . . and I was ONE of em,

But, first off, learning to read was even HARDER,

We were each given a Think amp Do Book, and wonder of wonders our first Dick amp Jane Reader.
We started with Dick amp Jane,

First book. See that word Thats SEE, Now close your books. Spell SEE for me who can do it Yes, Johnny

In turn, the kids who spelled correctly got to join a Conga Line that sang a little Victory Ditty, tauntingly circling the other ones still left seated, poor dunces.


Like me.

I think I was the LAST one in that snobbish group ofgoingonyearolds to learn to spell.
I was always such a late bloomer,


But did you know Dick amp Jane books are also FULL of civics lessons

Their hygiene, manners and conduct were IRREPROACHABLE.
Impossibly so.

For this was the brightlycoloured laboratory where we little Baby Boomers learned our citizenship ABCs,

So old Robert is right, In those first years we learned EVERYTHING WE NEEDED TO KNOW IN LIFE,

Well, almost

Back in those innocent days of the fifties we didnt yet have bright little posters of Birds amp Bees.


So I could at least keep THAT hurdle for later on, . .

Thank Heaven.

And thanks to Mr Fulghum, for talking MUCH more sensibly about those first school years than I have done! the lecture series that accompanies this book can be called: how I will display my self actualization to judge your lawn care habits.

I don't remember much about this book except the over all sense that the author was pretty pleased with himself.
I remember one part where he talked about his carefree acceptance of natures impression on his yard by explaining how silly his neighbor was to rake his leaves and mow the lawn.

I didn't do a ton of gardening at the time nor do I now but I remember thinking there might be reasons he rakes his lawn, and now I'm older and I find the small amount of yard work I do to be very theraputic and enlightening in it's little revelations, things I wouldn't feel if I sat in my house with my typewriter watching my yard become slowely burried in whatever Mother Nature drops off.
So I guess what I'm saying is screw mother nature, get out the clippers and let me trim that mamp f hedge while I still can.

And as a former kindergarten teacher I have to protest by saying there is still a lot of stuff to learn inst grade.
. . like how to tie your own damn shoes! Tytułowy esej świetny, Natomiast im dalej, tym gorzej One thing I didn't learn in Kindergarten is that you can't tell a book by its cover.


Actually I never learned anything in Kindergarten, because I never attended one, Back in the dark ages when I was, it was the rare child in my neck of the woods who did.
Therefore, when this book came out and caused a minor stir in the lates, I actually snatched it up.
I used to read selfimprovement books, and was foolishly taking the title at its word and looking for some little life lessons illustrated by episodes lived in an environment that I never entered.


I'm not one to reject life tips, no matter how humble, no matter how schmaltzy, My parents' bookcase contained a thin Readers Digest volume entitled "Getting the Most in Life," and I confess without embarrassment that I have reread it a half dozen times over the decades for life lessons and life tips.
I always come away inspired,

Not so much with "All I Really Need to Know, Etc, " First of all, I was put off because this Kindergarten wisdom business was encapsulated in a set of fourteen rules, encapsulated in less than a page, on the back cover, including "flush" and "Warm cookies and milk are good for you.
" Clever, apt, cute. But not what I was looking for, My bad. Too great expectations.

Putting that aside, taking into account that the subtitle of the book was "Uncommon Thoughts on Common Thinggs," I read Fulghum's little book from cover to cover almostyears ago.
This was not hard because the volume ofpages consisted of about forty totally blank pages plus many others with extraordinarily generous margins to expand the thin contents of the covers to respectable book size.


I didn't hate the book then but I didn't much like it, I certainly didn't love it, I didn't find most the thoughts all that uncommon, just pleasant and selfconsciously folksy, Passably written for the most part, but sometimes cringeworthy, often overcutesy, The anecdotes didn't make me chuckle and they didn't make me cry something which always happens when I read something artfully crafted.
I can't say that I found in them any profound thoughts or any lifechanging guidance, Reading the book was sort of like listening to Andy Griffith, maybe when he was playing Sheriff Taylor, maybe when he was Matlack, but maybe when he was cynical Lonesome Roads.
But I think Andy's thoughts were usually more uncommon,

I reread AIRNTKILIC in the last month, to give Fulghum the benefit of the doubt, I didn't change my mind, It's a semigood read if you just want to pass some time, smile a little and go away no better than you were.

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