No More Back-to-School!
I had a moment of excitement, mixed with regret, when I saw the back-to-school aisle in all its glory getting put up at Bi-Mart this summer. At first I was simply excited that for the first time in a long time I don’t have to do any back-to-school shopping this year. As a sign of being a true adult I can buy shoes whenever my credit card allows me to, rather than just in the fall, and my never ending hunt for the perfect pen can be put on pause for a while. I don’t have to think about whether I want three separate binders or one big binder with dividers in it. I can finally relax my yearly goal of color coding all my notes. Green for biology, red for English, orange for anything I don’t care about.
At the same time I felt regret, because I actually do enjoy buying new school supplies. A package of brand new paper that hasn’t been bent up or scribbled on yet, notebooks that still have the metal spiral still bent in the correct directions, and the big decision – which color highlighter to buy this year. Traditional yellow? Girly pink? Out of the box green? It can set the tone for an entire school year.
Nostalgically missing the school supply shopping trip is worth the trade off of not having to look showered, presentable and awake before 8:30 in the morning. The Late Late show with Craig Ferguson is one of my favorite things, and now I can stay up late late to watch it. I don’t have to set an alarm clock in the morning or set up my coffeemaker to go off with the timer at 5am. For a while I used my coffeemaker as my alarm clock by setting it up on the side of the bed. Best idea I’ve ever had.
I went to school here in Ashland. I don’t really remember how I got to school in the morning back in my Lincoln Elementary days. I assume my parents dropped me off. Mostly my memories of getting ready for school in those days include shouting at my mother that I wanted to wear a shirt and my mother would calmly and patiently ask if I wanted to wear a shirt on the top or the bottom (I had a speech impediment and the word skirt and shirt sounded the same coming out of my angry little mouth). In Middle School I spent a lot more time getting ready for school. The daily morning shower, the first experiments with make-up, finally being able to say skirt… the social achievements made by me in those years are too numerous to mention. Then, miracle of miracles, I hit High School at a time when it was acceptable (at least to a bunch of gawky teenagers) to wear pajamas to school. Shower, make-up, and back into pajamas. This was the kind of getting ready for school I could really get behind. Once I got to college I realized it wasn’t as acceptable, at least for the healthy. Of course showing up to class without a shower and in my jammies was a good way to ensure a whole row of desks to myself. I don’t like to share. Now I’m a graduate who lives with her parents. I sleep in, occasionally drag myself to work, but not usually before lunchtime, and watch late night television which gets exponentially funnier the more sleep deprived I am.
Suddenly I snapped back to reality. I am going back-to-school shopping again, I have to go shoe shopping for a suitable, practical school shoe, and I have to start going to bed early. I’ll have to wake up early, take a shower, and get dressed (I have finally realized that no one is falling for my act of showing up in sweats because I’m about to “go work out.”). I going to have to get the minivan out of the garage and track down my Dutch Brother cards which entitle me to one free latte - my son Bilbo is five and we’ll be going to kindergarten in the mornings.
At the same time I felt regret, because I actually do enjoy buying new school supplies. A package of brand new paper that hasn’t been bent up or scribbled on yet, notebooks that still have the metal spiral still bent in the correct directions, and the big decision – which color highlighter to buy this year. Traditional yellow? Girly pink? Out of the box green? It can set the tone for an entire school year.
Nostalgically missing the school supply shopping trip is worth the trade off of not having to look showered, presentable and awake before 8:30 in the morning. The Late Late show with Craig Ferguson is one of my favorite things, and now I can stay up late late to watch it. I don’t have to set an alarm clock in the morning or set up my coffeemaker to go off with the timer at 5am. For a while I used my coffeemaker as my alarm clock by setting it up on the side of the bed. Best idea I’ve ever had.
I went to school here in Ashland. I don’t really remember how I got to school in the morning back in my Lincoln Elementary days. I assume my parents dropped me off. Mostly my memories of getting ready for school in those days include shouting at my mother that I wanted to wear a shirt and my mother would calmly and patiently ask if I wanted to wear a shirt on the top or the bottom (I had a speech impediment and the word skirt and shirt sounded the same coming out of my angry little mouth). In Middle School I spent a lot more time getting ready for school. The daily morning shower, the first experiments with make-up, finally being able to say skirt… the social achievements made by me in those years are too numerous to mention. Then, miracle of miracles, I hit High School at a time when it was acceptable (at least to a bunch of gawky teenagers) to wear pajamas to school. Shower, make-up, and back into pajamas. This was the kind of getting ready for school I could really get behind. Once I got to college I realized it wasn’t as acceptable, at least for the healthy. Of course showing up to class without a shower and in my jammies was a good way to ensure a whole row of desks to myself. I don’t like to share. Now I’m a graduate who lives with her parents. I sleep in, occasionally drag myself to work, but not usually before lunchtime, and watch late night television which gets exponentially funnier the more sleep deprived I am.
Suddenly I snapped back to reality. I am going back-to-school shopping again, I have to go shoe shopping for a suitable, practical school shoe, and I have to start going to bed early. I’ll have to wake up early, take a shower, and get dressed (I have finally realized that no one is falling for my act of showing up in sweats because I’m about to “go work out.”). I going to have to get the minivan out of the garage and track down my Dutch Brother cards which entitle me to one free latte - my son Bilbo is five and we’ll be going to kindergarten in the mornings.
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