School elicits many memories for me. You see, my dad was a school teacher. My initial school experience, kindergarten and first grade, happened in the county I lived in and I remember that letters of the alphabet were introduced with plastic blow-up characters – each one with a characteristic using said letter of the alphabet. I remember “H” was hairy. I also remember dancing to songs about each letter. My teacher had long blonde hair.
First grade I’d just as soon forget, because I was part of an experiment where we had to change classes just like we were in high school. So many teachers, rooms, subjects ect…was overwhelming to say the least and I became proficient at sticking my fingers down my throat to throw-up and tell everyone I was sick. I hated it!!
Second-grade I was switched to going to school in the county where my dad taught, so I came and went as he did. Some days ended pretty promptly, and some included faculty meetings which lasted forever. I thought it was pretty cool having a parent that was a teacher until I got in trouble. Then, it wasn’t so fun. I enjoyed elementary school, and when my dad retired I continued to ride to school with my then seventh-grade teacher who lived just down the road.
Eighth-grade was a total nightmare with fights over boyfriends and lots of girl-boy drama, so I decided I was fed up with this small-town school and wanted to return to my own county for high-school. Instead of a class size of about 80 students, suddenly I was part of 300! I was a small fish in a big pond, my dad wasn’t a teacher there and never had been, and I could re-create myself! And I did! I wound up starring in the Spring musical (Annie Get Your Gun) and from that point on I was the drama queen. (or so I thought) My high school career revolved around drama and music and plenty of boys. Did I say I liked drama?
My folks probably wanted to disown me and my drama most of the time, but I was a good student, so they let me continue with my love of the stage. I was in a few clubs and went to some neat events along the way, and overall (when I wasn’t crying over some stupid guy) enjoyed high school.
All-in-all, I really enjoyed school. I enjoyed sick-days spent at my grandparents and all the attention I got as a performer. There were a couple of years I rode the bus – which I despised – but most of the time I was riding with friends or parents so that was cool. However, every fall, as the air turned cooler and the freedom of summer ended, I got the blues. My diaries attest to this season of doldrums every year. As a parent, I suffer from this same malady.
I love to learn, I love structure and I love people, so school suited me. But unless the Lord plants a specific desire in my head, other than the BA I hold in English, I don’t ever plan on going back again!