I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss back to school. No, not the aisles jammed with people buying supplies at Wal-Mart, or the school meetings, but the actual back-to-school. And not even for my children, although I will admit to deriving some satisfaction from their school supplies. What I miss every year at this time is actually going back to school.
There…my secret is out. I was THAT kid. I absolutely LOVED getting new school supplies. There is something about new pencils, fresh paper, and a great Trapper Keeper that just gets my blood going. I loved getting the textbooks for the year. Seeing all the new stuff to read and learn. I loved getting my desk and organizing it. I loved meeting the new teachers, the new kids. I loved the new routine. It was all wonderful to me.
And every year at this time I want to go back and do it all again.
It’s funny, when my children were going back to school I was more excited about the school supplies we had to get then they were. Bella did like to take time to look at what she wanted but Joey couldn’t have cared any less. Just get it and go. I don’t remember back to school shopping being quite so chaotic back in the day so that part wasn’t all that much fun with my kids. I don’t know why everyone waits until the weekend before school to go to Wal-Mart to shop.
I was in a waiting room at a surgical center the other day and a high school girl was sitting next to me reading “The Stand” by Steven King. I asked about it and she said it was summer reading for school. I was so jealous. I want some summer reading for school.
I know, now you know that I am truly a book nerd. And even worse, I was always a teacher’s pet. I loved to be helpful and take roll, or take stuff to the office, or even write down the names of the misbehavors while the teacher was out of the room.
I loved having my homework done every day, I loved reading out loud in class, I loved going to the chalk board (and later the white board) to do math problems in front of the class. There is only one truly horrifyingly bad class I remember from school and that was speech which I took in the 8th grade. It was awful giving speeches in front of the class. There was not one thing I liked about that class.
So for the next week or so just ignore me if I get a little misty thinking about back to school. Don’t worry, it won’t last long. As soon as I have to go through the first school zone traffic, I’ll be over it.