I know it seems like we just celebrated the Fourth of July, but it’s already August. And in much of the country, that means school is about to start. It actually starts this week in my area of Texas. When I was young, I loved and hated the start of school. I hated waking up early after being able to sleep in and wake up naturally. In Alabama, where I grew up, we didn’t start back to school until a week or so into September.
And I loved how it was always a little chilly in the mornings. I actually loved shopping and buying a new wardrobe, too. I didn’t get a lot of new clothes, but I always got some. And wearing new clothes tended made me feel better about myself. I hated always feeling as if I was invisible, unless it was when I ran into the school bullies. Then, I prayed for invisibility.
But I’ll admit, part of me looked forward to going back and seeing the boys that I had crushes on. I always had the dream that this would be the year when one of my crushes would notice me. (Yeah, I was a romantic even back then.) Oh and I loved getting all my school supplies. There’s a certain smell to school supplies that I can still remember. I also recall organizing everything. And actually being happy about learning and getting back into a routine. School was not my favorite thing. But I remember the new school year feeling every September, and it was sort of like a part of life, almost like a season that when it comes every year, you are pulled into the familiarity of it. Those first days of school every year were just part of life.
How do you feel about school? Or how did you feel about it?