Aug 02 2009
THE COUNTDOWN IS ON
For parents, kids, and teachers alike, the countdown to the first day of school is on.
For parents, it focuses on checking to see if those clothes from last spring still fit, or does the school uniform still fit or even be found, or is a grand shopping spree around the corner. If your kids are like mine, we had the need for new clothes; my boys seemed to grow as if I put the Miracle Grow on them rather than the plants in my garden. Every fall, the jeans looked like what they called “flood waters” pants. If we bought them longer than necessary, they complained about having to roll them up. Then, the never ending list of school supplies that the teacher, school, or school district deem necessary needs to be purchased, names written on the items, and the items put together in the backpack to get them to school for the first day. I feel sorry for the parents with school supplies; at least my kids had few choices. It seems to me that Crayola has a plot to make a parent pull every strand of hair out trying to appease the child about what pack of markers he can get. Then, that task of writing the child’s name on each crayon, marker, and even marker cap drove me nuts.
For kids, it becomes an impatient not for classes, but to see friends that haven’t been seen for the whole summer, or even the next door neighbor.
For teachers it is a whole different countdown. I spend the last few days of summer vacation deep cleaning my house and working with the beginning harvest of the garden. Why? Well, once the school year starts, I don’t have the time that I would like to get everything done. I teach high school English and creative writing and most evenings are spent reading for class or grading. I finish up the novels that have been started, and begin to look at planning what I will be teaching. Yes, I’ve been teaching for better than 20 years, but I rarely do the same thing two times in a row; it gets too boring for me.
I also start looking at gathering school supplies and checking out the wardrobe. I doubt the administration would look too favorably at me if I wore my cut off jean shorts and a t-shirt. My concern, though, is not did I grow, but did I gain weight.
I numbered my days on my calendar today. I have 22 days left of freedom till the routine of the school year attacks me again.

