Put on your thinking caps, it’s time to go back to school. Sharing a few of my back to school memories.
Good morning! Yesterday was the first day back to school for my niece and nephew. They were pretty excited to get back to see their friends, after a long summer of fun. Hopefully that feeling won’t wear off once the homework piles up. As I was talking with them about their first day back at school I was reminded of so many of my own first days of school.
From kindergarten through high school I attended Catholic schools and part of our back to school schedule was the trip to the uniform store. We wore plaid jumpers with white shirts and knee socks until high school. I can tell you that a jumper, especially plaid, is universally unflattering for every body type, everyone looks like a big tartan square.
Once we started high school, all girls, we wore plaid skirts with white shirts. About the only place you could show off your fashion sense was in your choice of socks or shoes. Believe me, there is still a competition to look cool in uniforms. Even if only to impress the other girls or the one or two boys that came over for select classes from the neighboring all boys school.
Personally, I loved my uniform. It made it so easy to get up and get dressed in the morning. I never had to worry about what to wear or how I was going to look. Funny because when my niece changed schools to one with uniforms she made the observation that she would save an hour a day not having to think about what to wear!
First Day of School
In my formative years we moved every two years, so there were a lot of “firsts” day of school as the new kid. As I type this I think about the awkward feeling of standing in the front of the class and having to introduce myself yet again to a new group of kids, most of whom had been going to school together for years, all eyes on you giving you the once over. Thankfully we stopped moving when we started high school.
In life there are many of those same awkward moments, on your first day at your new job, the day you join a new club or a class, or when you step into a room of strangers at a party. Oddly, it never gets any easier for me. I always feel as if I am back in a room standing in front of a bunch of kids who are “taking my measure” as they say.
Does anyone have any tips for making this easier? I would love to hear them!
Does anyone remember shopping for school supplies? First the 8 pack of Crayons, a bottle of Elmers glue, round sizzors and some #2 pencils. Then colored pencils, or the big box of crayons, maybe even markers, glue sticks and composition books. Don’t forget the importance of a lunch box!
Once high school came around we ditched the lunch box, for brown paper bags or hot lunch, the composition books went by the wayside in favor of a Trapper keeper and a tote became a backpack.
I was such a nerd that I practically broke my back carrying all of my books back and forth to school “just in case” I needed them, even when we had no homework.
Share Your Back to School Memories
Tell me, what are your memories of going back to school?
What sort of school did you attend? Religious, public, private?
What is your favorite memory of going back to school?
Do you have any first day of school or back to school horror stories, i.e, not being able to open your locker, getting lost, etc?
Until Next Time
I hope that you have a great day and for those of you frantically running around trying to fulfill the endless list of back to school supplies good luck with the new school year.
I hope that you enjoyed my Back to School Memories and that you share a few of yours.
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