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Topic: First Day of School (06/28/04)

TITLE: First Day of School Memories
By Mary Sue Smith
06/30/04

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When I hear the phrase, the first day of school, my mind is flooded with memories. Those memories take me back to my work as an elementary school secretary, to the days my own son and daughter began the first grade, and to my own first day at school.

As an elementary school secretary, it was so interesting to watch the little ones beginning school for the first time enter the front door on the first day of school. While some of them were excited and ready for the new adventure, others clung to their parents, afraid and wanting nothing more than to go back home. Then, there were those that needed only for the new teacher to come and take their hand and all the apprehension would seem to leave. Most often they would wave good-bye to the parents, standing there with tears in their eyes, as to say---Im okay and I think I am going to like it.

The first day of school experiences for my own son and daughter is somewhat blurred. I cant remember any emotions that were a part of it, but I do remember shopping for school supplies, a lunch box, etc. I remember, too, the dress my daughter wore and how pretty her hair looked with a bow to match her dress. The memory of my son walking proudly up the walk to the front door of the school was captured by camera. Knowing my son, he probably told me that could take care of himself and for me to go on to work.

Even more blurred is the memory of my first day at school. My family lived off the main road and that pretty much explains our lifestyle. For some reason, my parents did not know school had begun. A relative came to inform us that it had begun, waited for my mother to dress me, and then took me to school. I remember nothing else about that day, nor do I remember my first grade teacher or anything that happened that year.

All of these memories, even the blurred ones, are recalled each year when the first day of school rolls around in my community. Even though I am now a senior adult and far removed from its effects, I still feel a certain amount of excitement and think of it as the beginning of a new season.


Member Comments
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L.M. Lee07/05/04
know whatcha mean. to me the new year should always be in Sept. when school starts...not in january.
Melanie Kerr 07/08/04
Well organised and thoughtful.
Theresa Knight07/09/04
This story is so cute. Well written.