As a kid, were you happy or anxious about going back to school? Now that you’re older, how has your attitude toward the end of the summer evolved?
Don’t you just love it? All those parents and children, running around frantically, sweat dripping from their pores as they run through all the shops in the hopes of ticking off everything on that dreaded supply list. I remember it well–the shopping part was my favorite, in fact, the going to school part… not so much!
This September is the first time in my life since beginning my education that I shall not be returning to school, or enrolling on a college course. I finished second level education in 2011, and did two different college courses over the last three years since. Now for the first time since I can remember, I have no frets, worries, anxieties, thinking about what I have to wear on the first day, or how I should style my hair. Nope… none of that! This time, I guess you could say I’m on the other side of the rope. This time I’m working in an arts and crafts store (as I’ve mentioned on numerous occasions) serving as a sales assistant. In our shop, we sell a lot school stationary, so we’ve had many a frantic mother in or many a nervy child, coming to buy their pens, pencils, coloring pencils etc, and the one question I’ve loved asking (as I am usually the person who is asked it) is “all set for back to school?”, and I know personally, how horrible a question it is to be asked… as soon as you hear it the sweat starts pumping from your pores and as the thoughts gather in your head your stomach churns with butterflies until the point you think you’re gonna hurl!
It is a great feeling though, not having to worry about making lunches the night before, having to have your uniform ready, backpack overloaded on the first day with all those books (half of them you probably won’t even use!), pencils sharpened, shoes shined and all the rest.
But since finishing up, I have missed it! Watching all the kids come in with their parents buying all their stationary!
“Marty pick up that packet of pencils–no you cannot have Lego! Melissa put down those pens, you’re not allowed them!”
Ah, the nostalgia… then I slap myself and think of how horrible it was in there, 6 hours a day, 5 days a week*shudders*. There are some things you just do not miss!