First Day Of School

The last time I went into this blog it was the first day of spring. So much has happened since then now it is September and a whole new school year is starting. As I mentioned to the staff at The Light House, on Aug 27th, the feelings I had about the first day of school… I always remember being so nervous the night before and not sleeping well, getting up early, my mother would have breakfast all ready, brand new clothes and brand new shoes that pinched your feet, they were always to tight. They always looked shiny and new, you wanted to scuff them up because when we went to school, there were no sneakers, flip-flops or sandals, just hard shoes. So it was always so uncomfortable and when I think of it that apprehension of getting on the school bus again. As you entered the school you would smell and then see all the shiny waxed floors all the bulletin boards were nicely put together, the teachers were all prepared and we always had to sit in assigned seats. So I always knew the person who would be sitting in front of me alphabetically and the person who would sit behind me. As nervous as I was about the new teacher and new expectations I think I really liked the structure and sameness of school. And then there was always after school, we would go to change our clothes, that was a must, go outside and run around forever and then go in and do homework. It’s funny no one had to tell us that, we just knew what we had to do. We did all of this without any technology, everything was hand written or on a typewriter and there were no books online, there was no online. I think how fortunate the students are today to have the access to the whole world at their fingertips. And I can’t even imagine what their children will have in the future because there is so much left to do, so I start the new school year as if I have another chance to start over even though I am an adult now.. I still feel that same way in September that I have another chance to do better and be better..accept weekends, no reading, no writing on the weekend…that is not good…just time for me.