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First Day Of School Memories

Seeing pictures on Facebook yesterday of my friends’ children heading back to school brought back memories of those days for me with Marshall.  Of course, back then, we didn’t have Facebook to document those milestones.

I published this blog post back in September of 2011, and since I have some new followers, I thought it would be a good time to share it once again.

This was back when I was participating in Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop.

For Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop this week, I chose the prompt:
3.) First day of school pictures…let’s have’em!

As I seem to do from time to time, I’m taking liberties with the prompt. Mama Kat may have intended that we post current school year photos, but I’ve decided to write about Marshall’s first day of kindergarten.

Thankfully, starting school was not as traumatic for Marshall as it had been for me. Maybe that was because he had attended pre-school a couple mornings each week the year before. In these photos, he seems quite ready, with his book bag and Super Powers lunch box in hand, to begin his journey through school.

In days to come, the book bag would contain school announcements,  permission slips for field trips and workbook pages as Marshall learned the three “r’s”. The lunch box would return home in the afternoons with sandwich leftovers, zip-lock baggies of potato chip crumbs and many times, mystery food from a lunchtime swap with a buddy.

Next photo….on to the front porch. Marshall’s still smiling, but I’m not sure why his dad was holding the lunchbox.  I wish I could recall what Marshall took for lunch that first day…. a peanut butter sandwich, perhaps? And I’m sure there was Kool-aid in that thermos.

Next photo: we’ve made it to the school bus, and “all systems are still go”.  I have no idea what I was attempting to do here, other than have Marshall turn around for yet another picture.  The little girl behind him is his childhood friend, Maggie, the daughter of a neighbor.

Although Marshall didn’t cry on his first day of school, I certainly did. But I made sure to hold back the tears until the school bus was well on its way. No, I wasn’t one of those parents that followed the bus to school, but doing so probably crossed my mind.

And even though Marshall’s first day of school went smoothly, he and I agree that we’re glad our school days are a thing of the past.

Mama’s Losin’ It

And as my blogging friend, MJ, wrote on her Facebook post about first-day-of-school pictures this week: to all you parents sending your little ones off to school, “don’t blink”.

~These Days Of Mine~

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First Day Of School

 
For Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop this week, I chose the prompt:
3.) First day of school pictures…let’s have’em!

As I seem to do from time to time, I’m taking liberties with the prompt. Mama Kat may have intended that we post current school year photos, but I’ve decided to write about Marshall’s first day of kindergarten.

Thankfully, starting school was not as traumatic for Marshall as it had been for me. Maybe that was because he had attended pre-school a couple mornings each week the year before. In these photos, he seems quite ready, with his book bag and Super Powers lunch box in hand, to begin his journey through school.

In days to come, the book bag would contain school announcements,  permission slips for field trips and workbook pages as Marshall learned the three “r’s”. The lunch box would return home in the afternoons with sandwich leftovers, zip-lock baggies of potato chip crumbs and many times, mystery food from a lunchtime swap with a buddy.

Next photo….on to the front porch. Marshall’s still smiling, but I’m not sure why his dad was holding the lunchbox.  I wish I could recall what Marshall took for lunch that first day…. a peanut butter sandwich, perhaps? And I’m sure there was Kool-aid in that thermos.

Next photo: we’ve made it to the school bus, and “all systems are still go”.  I have no idea what I was attempting to do here, other than have Marshall turn around for yet another picture.  The little girl behind him is his childhood friend, Maggie, the daughter of a neighbor.

Although Marshall didn’t cry on his first day of school, I certainly did. But I made sure to hold back the tears until the school bus was well on its way. No, I wasn’t one of those parents that followed the bus to school, but doing so probably crossed my mind.

And even though Marshall’s first day of school went smoothly, he and I agree that we’re glad our school days are a thing of the past.

 Mama’s Losin’ It

Done With School

 
For Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop today, I chose the prompt:
5.) Top ten reasons why you’re glad you’re done with school.

(I began this list with my more serious thoughts, so I could end the post on a light-hearted note.)

10.  My mom and I were extremely close during my childhood. My dad died when I was an infant, and my sisters were grown and married by the time I was 5 years old. So I simply didn’t want to leave Mom to go to school.

9. Because I didn’t want to leave Mom, I cried almost everyday when I had to board the school bus. That, of course, was just fodder for teasing from some of the other kids on the bus. That didn’t exactly make for a happy school experience. And the teasing worsened as the years passed.

8. Also, because of the closeness to my mom, I was always afraid that something bad would happen to her while I was away at school.  And in my child’s mind, I was afraid to tell anyone, because I thought that would cause it to happen. Anxiety? You bet.

7. School is especially difficult when you’re painfully shy. Now I realize that I would have enjoyed school much more had I been able to relax and not worry about what the other kids were thinking or saying about me.

6. I never liked getting on the school bus by myself, but living in the country, that’s the way it was.  Many’s the time I wished for a brother or sister to ride the bus with me.

5. Not being athletic, I was the one always chosen last for a team. Regardless of the sport. 

4. School projects were always cause for alarm. They seemed to usually require illustrations or drawings,  and nothing was more daunting than a blank sheet of poster board. (Thanks again, June, for the help with the life stages of a frog.)

3. Oral book reports.  I remember once, I was so nervous, I noticed as I was looking at my notes that I could see my skirt shaking.

2. Riding a school bus. I mean, really, is there any other mode of transportation as uncomfortable?

And the Number One reason, I’m glad I’m done with school?

1. Two words: math and science. Instead, give me grammar and spelling any day. 

These days, I do most of my learning in blog-land; I’m done with school.

First Grade

Mama’s Losin’ It