First Grade

Our oldest, the princess, started first grade this week. She's fine with it, but I am filled with misery and apprehension. Wally, the hubby, waxes nostalgic on everything on his blog, and first grade is no exception. I, on the other hand hated first grade. I had no friends, my teacher disliked me because I had already read all the first grade books in Kindergarten and she had to come up with new lesson plans for me. She allowed her best friend's kid to go to the county wide spelling bee instead of me, even though neither of us missed a word in the in-class contest. She once paddled the entire class because someone walking down the hall knocked on another teacher's door and she blamed us. You get the point. How can I be positive for my kid when everything after Kindergarten was downhill for me?
The worst thing of all is Mo hates hating first grade.