Some schools have already started, some won’t till after Labor Day, but it’s that time of year again. Is there a particular first day of school that you remember?
For me it was first day of 9th grade, also first day of public school after 8 years of Catholic school, and first time I would ride a bus to school. I made my clothes for that first day - a pink dress, accessorized with a pink Carnaby Street style hat and a pink purse. Sorry, no pic, and if there had been, I probably would have destroyed it by now.
For whatever reason, that’s the only first day that I recall.
Missed the edit window! Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up, caffeinated, purtified, so no YAWN ‘Tis 75 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 88 for the day with maybe rain. Or not. We’re goin’ to have a <snerk> Quickie! <snerk> for brekkie this mornin’.
I missed the first three days of fourth grade because I was sick. That’s the only memorable start of skool I have. My teacher wanted to keep me after skool for thirty minutes a day for two weeks to “catch up.” My mother was displeased with this notion as she felt I could not possibly have missed that much in the first three days. After much discussion it was decided I could just do some extra home work assignments instead. Mind you, if I had done sump’n wrong in skool, my mother would be all over me like white on rice. However, when she felt the skool was wrong she’d fight.
OK, I here rumblin’s from the bedroom which means OYKW is ready to go.
[del]Third.[/del] Fourth. Woulds been first but I was fighting with the cat for an extra hour of sleep.
The start of the school year, for me for the last 35 years, has only meant more school buses delaying my commute. Well, not for the last two years but for the 33 years before that.
Fluffy just walks around all August inwardly laughing at the teachers who run around gathering supplies. She retired from teaching last year.
I can’t for the life of me remember anything special about the first days of my 16 years (plus kindergarten) of education. By now they all blur into one mass.
More prosaically, Didn’t get my lawn mowed this Sunday (too wet), so it looks like a Tuesday/Wednesday job (tonight is September check-cashing and grocery shopping day).
My Edward D. Jones representative (where I have my Mutual Funds) wants to discuss my investments. Guess I’ll set a meeting up, but I’m pretty happy where I am at. However, after meeting with her, I’ll probably be less happy…financial advisors tend to have that effect, IMHO.
Do fish remember their first day of school?
The only one I remember was one in HS (10th, I think) when I misread my schedule & went to the Social Studies class for 4th period instead of 5th period. Stoopit teacher decides to call roll about 20 mins in. It was only then that I discovered the issue, which of course made me very late for whatever class I should have been in. :smack:
Damn flytrap’s
I got an email about ebooks on sale. One of them is “Do-It-Yourself Herbal Medicine”. Why do I think chapter 1 starts “Go take a walk in the woods…”?
The first day, heck, the first month, of school in no. Illinois was always hot. And my new school clothes were always wool so my mother would not let me wear my new clothes. I went to the same school from K-8 so there wasn’t any big deal the first day of school. Same kids, same teachers, same rooms.
Takin’ a quick break. I googled gas prices in the area cause twuck needs to be fed today. I found gas for $1.92! I shall go there immediately after irk. The price is a two stations close by each other so I figure I’ll get in one or the other fairly easily maybe.
When we made the move to this side of the state. I went from a “Class of” like 27 to one of over 450, from a very rural and poor mix to a seriously suburban middle class one, from friends who were used to making things and fun for themselves to kids used to buying things - just in general a total change in life. We had visited the area and had relatives here from mothers side of the family (which wasn’t much of a comfort) so I knew what I was in for. But it still wasn’t fun. I would have preferred to still float and head back to the mountains and my close friends even if our district had been swallowed by a mega-district back there.
School always started a day or two after Labor Day. I really miss that part of it all. It was good having an “official end” to summer you could count on.
First day of third grade. We went out on the playground, though I can’t remember if it was for recess or PE. A friend of mine bumped into the metal balance beam, which was evidently hollow. Bees flew out, and one stung me on the ankle. Boy, was my mom mad she had to come & pick me up on the first day of school! :eek:
First day of eighth grade. It was raining a little, but nothing an umbrella couldn’t handle. Everybody was standing on the corner, waiting for the bus. And waiting, and waiting…
Finally, a neighbor who was on the school board drove by. “School’s cancelled today because of the hurricane! Go home.”
We all looked at each other. The what now? Turns out, our school superintendent who believed that anything less than two feet of snow covered with ice was just a flurry and no cause to cancel or even delay school panicked at the thought of a hurricane, and as a precaution, called off school even though it wasn’t even a tropical storm by the time it reached us.
He was from North Dakota, and had vast experience with snow, none with hurricanes.
Hehe, that’s funny to me. It also reminds me of one of my last years in high school, 10 years ago. School started like normal, ran for about two weeks, then Hurricane Katrina hit. It was about two months or so before school restarted, so they just wrote off those 2 weeks and restarted the school year from scratch.
The only “first of school” that wasn’t a return to drudgery was the first day of my first class of freshman year of college - and I immediately fell in love with my good looking professor.
I don’t remember many first days. I do remember getting new clothes for the new school year, so I could probably guess what I was wearing for a few of those first days. There was a navy nehru jacket for 8th grade.
One thing I remember about the first day of kindergarten was that I was one of about four kids who had been sent to school without milk money and there was some discussion among adults about what to do with us. Eventually we were given milk.
