All my grands started their new school year today.
Grand #1 is a Junior in high school, #2 is in sixth grade, #3 is in third, #4 in second and #5 is in first.
I thought about them last night, going to bed with anticipation of the new school year; wondering where they will sit, who will be sitting next to them, if their teacher would be nice and all those other unknowns that make one anxious.
I remember those first days of school when I was young. I went to the local parochial school, there were only 13 kids in our class. We didn't have kindergarten; so when we were six, we hit the ground running.
When we were in first grade, we shared a teacher and class room with the second graders. They taught us the ropes!!! So every other year we were with a different grade, either the grade ahead of us or the grade below us.
I remember those smells of a fresh class room in an old building, the hardwood floors were all waxed and shiny. The chalkboards had been re-lined and oiled. Every thing had been cleaned and polished in anticipating of the upcoming year.
My brother and I walked up the hill to school, and ran home for lunch every day. We ate quickly and hurried back as not to miss one precious second of play time.
Some of the kids who lived farther out brought their lunch and ate at their desk.
|Don't we look excited to head back to school?|
We did survive those memory filled eight years, only to board the bus to be transported to the area high school, where we were merged with a class of 350+ students.
Here's to the class of '66!!!
(Who by the way are all turning 66 this year!!)
And that's the way it is...............................