I still cry at school.
And not just when I dream I went to school unprepared for the final exam or forgot to put my clothes on before walking into first hour English.
No, but I do cry twice a school year.
I cry on the first day of school because it is such a ritual, meeting the new teachers, making friends with new classmates, strangers really. I drive by any school on that first day and remember those feelings.
But the last day of school, I can really turn on the water works. It’s the last day of seeing those friends that were strangers just 9 months prior. Remembering how special this class was to our teacher. This class that she will never have again. Oh she’ll have another class, but not like this one…warts and bloody noses and Halloween parties and Christmas cards, no not winter holiday cards, dang it, Christmas cards, homemade with love and undried glue. Valentine’s parties that made us kids express forced love on one another, we girls secretly loved that holiday.
But this week and next week mark that last days of this school year for my school age grand kids.
The last day. If you are out at about the time the kids get off the bus this on last day you will see two kinds of kids. I have observed this every year. You’ve got the kind that cannot wait to get off the bus and run like mad to get home and wipe the school off of them, get it off so summer can invade their very souls. And then you’ve got the other kind. The kids that stay at the bus stop and talk to their group and talk and start to leave and come back and talk some more. They know what they will be missing. Ya, they are usually the older kids and they are learning WISDOM. They know they will be ending something that they can never get back. Only in their sweet memories.
Ya, so what, I can cry if I want to. See ya next year comes to an end and that’s how the story goes.
Have a Great Summer, janet




























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