New clothes. Denim-covered notebooks filled with college-ruled paper. Dull yellow Pee Chee folders bearing images of high school athletes at play. Those items bring to mind memories of the first day of school, one of the best days of the year.
In my world the return to school ranked up there with my birthday and Christmas. While I anticipated summer vacation, the long hot days soon became monotonous.
As September neared, I longed to see my friends again, to find out which teachers I’d have, and to wear those cute new outfits hanging in my closet.
The first day of school marked a new chapter, a fresh page filled with promise. I’d lay in bed the night before too excited to sleep and imagine all the fun awaiting me the next day.
Much of my childhood was spent living in a variety of small towns up and down the state of California, so the schools I attended were fairly small. My father worked for the U.S. Forest Service, which meant we lived on ranger stations at times.
During my seventh and eighth grade years, we lived in a pine-studded forest an hour away from the nearest big city. The town down the road boasted a population of fifty-six. At that time I attended a one-room school for those in first through eighth grades. While I didn’t appreciate the experience at the time, the historical writer in me thinks that’s kinda cool.
Summer is drawing to a close. These days my high school teacher hubby is the one heading off to school. Gwynly reported for work today, and his students will return Monday. We’ve had a good two-month break, but I’m ready for a return to the routine. I won’t be in a classroom, but I intend to learn new things this year as I continue to study craft and as I plan for the release of my debut novel in July.
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Did you anticipate the first day of school or mourn the end of summer vacation?
What first day of school memories stand out for you?