Needless to say, it's been a long summer. For all of us. None of us were sad or disappointed that school started today. Quite the contrary!
Both kids got up early, got ready, played the piano, did their reading, did their morning chores with their new chore chart (!!!), and were set and ready to go well before school started. I made them pause and take some pictures before taking off across the street to school (not sure I'm ever going to get tired of that!). Of course, none of the pictures turned out how I would have liked:
I couldn't have asked for an easier transition.
While they were at school I was reflecting on my experiences in 3rd grade and Kindergarten. Here's what I remember:
-Mrs. James was my teacher, and I only had half-day. I'm quite sure I was in the morning Kindergarten. I don't remember much, except that I was too afraid to ask my teacher if I could go to the bathroom, so I sent up the kid I was sitting next to to ask for me. I have a few more fuzzy memories of this year, nothing specific. But they are happy memories.
-My second year in Hawaii, and not much better than my first. I still didn't have any friends. Mrs. Oyama was my teacher.
-I remember sitting in class, waiting for flies to land on my legs. I'd sit still as long as I could, with the flies tickling my legs. When I couldn't bear it any longer, I'd finally have to move my legs, but if I sat still again, they'd always come back. (My school was not air-conditioned, and there were no screens on the louvered windows, so flies and bugs could come and go as they pleased.)
-There was a boy that I had to sit next to who wore a windbreaker every day (in Hawaii, with no A/C??). He was chubby and sweaty, and I absolutely HATED it when his arm would cross over onto my desk because it left a sweat mark there. Yuck.
-There was also a girl in my class who stole my scissors. I knew they were my scissors because they were labeled with my name, but I saw them in her desk after they went missing from mine. Not knowing how to deal with the situation, I stole them back when she wasn't looking. Ironically, it would be this same girl who, in high school, would threaten to beat me up and call me a b---- for no apparent reason. Maybe it was because I stole my scissors back from her. Also ironic--her father was one of the local cops.
Anyway, I'm soooooooo glad my kids love school. And that they have a great school to go to. And that we live right across the street.