It's Back To School Time
Though, I am no where near going back to any school. The Kiddo has a whole year left to wait. And the husband isn't even thinking school. So why am I all nostalgic?
Because I was the bookish girl in the corner that loved school. Or the idea of school. The homework, quizzes, and politics of it all was really a drag. Especially when homework was always done late the night before (yeah, I was one of those kind of kids. And I was still a mostly A student. Imagine what I could have done if I prepared?).
What I loved about a new school year was the idea of a new beginning. Sure, last year might have ended on a sour note, or without a banging success. But this year? Well, it was all new. And most of the stupid antics that went on in last year's social studies class, or the crappy football game where I froze my ass off and lost a boyfriend at the same time are gone. Mostly forgotten to memories of summer parties and laziness. Not to mention in college, this week was SO the party week before school, I miss it just thinking about it. Nothing but a week of irresponsibility, fun, booze, and no classes. Aw, how I miss it!
Every new school year brought promises of new hang outs, new boyfriends, new past times. And if I was lucky, new popularity. Though I never made it up high on that scale. I was too nerdish. Hell, I got good grades. That knocks you down a level in high school anyway. But still, there was always a good time to be had. Expectations of them were much higher in that first week and month of the school year than any other time of year. I was the first to pull out my freshly pressed, never worn button up blouse on that first day of school ready to start it off on the right foot. At least until I'd survived a week and realized it was going to be a lot like the year before. And headed right back to the library to read a favorite book.
Though, I must admit, without the leaves turning color yet, it doesn't quite feel like fall. Or the beginning of a school year. I mean, I see the signs on all the schools welcoming kidlings to the first days of the rest of the academic career. And I notice the backpacks, buses, and noises from the school playground. But it just doesn't seem fall-like and crisp-like the first day of school days of my past. Has school been pushed forward that many weeks (months) than it has in the past? Or is it just a change in the weather that makes for a more GREEN first few weeks of school than what I am remembering?
Anyway for anyone going to school, heading back to the old books, escorting their children to their very first day (or back to another first day), hope this year lives up to everything it can be. I mean, it is a new beginning of some kind. And all that matters is we make the most of it. Even if the leaves of fall haven't joined in for the party yet!
Because I was the bookish girl in the corner that loved school. Or the idea of school. The homework, quizzes, and politics of it all was really a drag. Especially when homework was always done late the night before (yeah, I was one of those kind of kids. And I was still a mostly A student. Imagine what I could have done if I prepared?).
What I loved about a new school year was the idea of a new beginning. Sure, last year might have ended on a sour note, or without a banging success. But this year? Well, it was all new. And most of the stupid antics that went on in last year's social studies class, or the crappy football game where I froze my ass off and lost a boyfriend at the same time are gone. Mostly forgotten to memories of summer parties and laziness. Not to mention in college, this week was SO the party week before school, I miss it just thinking about it. Nothing but a week of irresponsibility, fun, booze, and no classes. Aw, how I miss it!
Every new school year brought promises of new hang outs, new boyfriends, new past times. And if I was lucky, new popularity. Though I never made it up high on that scale. I was too nerdish. Hell, I got good grades. That knocks you down a level in high school anyway. But still, there was always a good time to be had. Expectations of them were much higher in that first week and month of the school year than any other time of year. I was the first to pull out my freshly pressed, never worn button up blouse on that first day of school ready to start it off on the right foot. At least until I'd survived a week and realized it was going to be a lot like the year before. And headed right back to the library to read a favorite book.
Though, I must admit, without the leaves turning color yet, it doesn't quite feel like fall. Or the beginning of a school year. I mean, I see the signs on all the schools welcoming kidlings to the first days of the rest of the academic career. And I notice the backpacks, buses, and noises from the school playground. But it just doesn't seem fall-like and crisp-like the first day of school days of my past. Has school been pushed forward that many weeks (months) than it has in the past? Or is it just a change in the weather that makes for a more GREEN first few weeks of school than what I am remembering?
Anyway for anyone going to school, heading back to the old books, escorting their children to their very first day (or back to another first day), hope this year lives up to everything it can be. I mean, it is a new beginning of some kind. And all that matters is we make the most of it. Even if the leaves of fall haven't joined in for the party yet!
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