I never used to be able to sleep that last night before the new school year began. I would lie down with every intention of sleeping, but would lie awake all night wondering what the next day would hold.
I used to love the first day of school.
I loved the new school supplies. (Brand new crayons were, and still are the best!) Even though, in my day, spiral notebooks weren’t as exciting as they are nowadays, it was still exciting to get all those sheets of clean paper. I remember feeling so grown up when I finally switched from wide rule to college rule.
And, how about the lunch boxes? I honestly don’t remember having one, but I’m sure I did. I can guarantee I never took soup in my thermos, but the thermos was the coolest part of the box. If I could have picked out my own, I would have gone for a Partridge Family one, I’m sure of it. As it turned out, all I can remember is taking a brown lunch bag for my lunch. (Bologna and mayo sandwich, chips and Suzy Q please!)
As I headed to junior high and high school, I became excited about the possibility of which boys would be in my classes. I greatly anticipated the cute ones. Well, I was in band and choir, which meant normally, not the cute boys. By the end of the first day of school, after all seven periods, I was greatly disappointed by the semester’s boys from which I had to choose. Sigh.
It’s been an awful long time since my first day of school. I’d like some new school clothes, some neat supplies and a nifty lunch box. But, I’ve got a cute boy now, and I don’t honestly think I could pay attention to anything for seven periods. My brain is full.
Happy New School Year to all who are attending! Have a great year!