Back to School

Kathi blogged the other day about her boys, er, young men, going back to school. Then I read about Heather reenrolling her children. And one thought occurred to me: I miss school.

Okay, I don't miss everything, but school seems to be so natural. Really – hold on. I am not talking about the 50-minute lectures and typical classes, a format used to teach people since before Rome was a super-power. I am talking about how school reminds us of the seasons.

Here me out here. I know – when I perspire between my breasts while walking to the car, I should be thinking we are in summer. Yeah, thank you very much. I know that. What I am talking about is all seasons. In Georgia, we don't have four seasons. Okay, if you are hiking in the mountains, you may see a good autumn. But for most of us "city dwellers", we don't plant crops, we live in air conditioned homes, travel to air conditioned/heated offices, and we sort of know something is amiss when it is daylight at 9:00 pm.

But with school you get seasons. You start school in the fall, with new notebooks, sharpened pencils and, er, in the twenty-first century, a new notebook computer (or at least a fresh battery). You work at school, learning things, seeing the seasons go by.

You get ready for Winter Break, another clue at a season. You study for finals, in between wondering what Santa may bring – or have debates about if Santa is real. Yeah, fourth grade I had Saint Nick's back, though I was secretly starting to doubt him. I don't doubt him anymore – all of that schooling.

In grade school, seasons are even more evident by the art projects you do. Make stove-pipe hats in February for Mr. Lincoln, right before telling Jimmy that he has the neatest notebook in the class. We are talking about grade school – desirabilities in a mate changes over time. Late Autumn is when we learned that the Pilgrims gave the Native Americans small pox and the Indians returned the favor by labeling them Indians (even though Columbus and others knew they were not near India. Actually, I think part of his compensation plan had to do with finding a shorter route to India, so in order to have backup information for his performance evaluation, he said something about seeing Indians. Again, this is the type of information you will only find here.

I really miss school, and not because I liked wearing really big sweaters when it got cold (sadly, almost January by the time you could wear them). And I liked getting new clothes every fall. A whole new wordrobe.

Oh, I miss school, and I have not little lovable children so I can't see school through their eyes. I would even suffer the tests to be able to smell the glue, have a crush, gossip to my best friend again. I am nine!

Shannon
Oh, and now a rant. Where, oh, where is Miss Shannon? She has disappeared from her web site (URL: http://blondiesandfun.blogspot.com). Don't go to the URL – the site is gone. She said she would e-mail people with her new address. Well, crap, she did not e-mail me. She could have left up the site for a day more, so I could snag her e-mail and send her a note. I want to know where she moved. But I guess, she may not want me to link to her now. Seems like she may be hiding, though she said she just needed a change.

I hope the butcher is not hot on her tail. He was creepy.