BACK TO SCHOOL
How many of you, despite having left the world of formal schooling many years ago, are still on “school time?”
I am.
The beginning of the year for me is not January 1st. That’s just another cold day in the middle of winter.
My start of the year is when the school supplies and the sweaters are on the shelves in the stores. It starts when the REAL first day of school should be - AFTER Labor Day. Not the ridiculous start dates the poor kids have now, in early August and even worse, July.
The excitement I felt about the new school year was always tinged with a bit of anxiety. Would my friends be in my classes? Would I get the “fun” teachers or the dreaded ones? And of course, there was the planning of the first-day-of-the-year outfit. Mulled over for days and meticulously planned, but arriving at school with the much-practiced air of insouciance which communicated to all, “Oh, this old thing? It’s been hanging in my closet for ages!” Clearly, my concerns were much more about the social aspects of the upcoming nine months than the academic ones.
So, my fellow fall-start friends, here we are at the beginning of another year. The heat of summer will soon begin to change to the softness of September, which will lead into the brilliance of October. And I’m assuming that for many of you fall people, like me, October is the absolute pinnacle of the year. (Pumpkins! Cider! Sweaters! Apples! Hayrides! Colorful leaves!)
May this new start bring all of you good things and many blessings.
HAPPY NEW YEAR, FELLOW SEPTEMBER START TRIBE!
And though the song has little to do with the actual subject matter of this post, I’m adding the link to it as a bonus. Now you can all have this playing incessantly in your minds while you try to go to sleep tonight. You’re welcome!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gs069dndIYk
EDIT: I realize my photo for this post is a bit outdated. Now, instead of the fun of picking out new folders, pens, and packs of lined paper, the students just register for a chromebook and buy minimal supplies. I’m glad I got to go to school accompanied by the smell of newly sharpened pencils instead of the plastic-y scent of a used electronic device.
