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SCHOOLED

This is the time of year I get weirded out about school. I don't know what it is. It sure isn't the fall colors in the trees or the frost in the air. I moved away from those cues.

I guess it is seeing BACKTOSCHOOL ads. Knowing some people who teach. And, especially hearing about my grandkids gearing up to for the new term.

I get all nostalgic about the 'first day'. When I see little kids going to school in the neighborhood I get all kinda soft and squeaky about it; I actually worry about how they will do; especially those little first graders. I forget that this is old stuff for them; they went to kindergarten!

I didn't have kindergarten, me. I had to scale the heights of my academic career right from the get-go in real school First Grade. I remember it well. There was nothing traumatic about it as I recall (that came later). There was Ms. Smith. There were the other kids. I didn't know many of them. Blah blah. So it is a first day. What's the big deal?

Since I went to a consolidated school, all 12 grades in one building (YES!); there were no more first days until I did the big leap to college. Boston; well Cambridge. A carload of stuff. A new room. Living alone for the first time. There was a room mate but he didn't get there for awhile.

So, it has only happened twice for me and I still get weepy. Of course, I discount the times I saw my own kids off on their first day. It just all adds up. First days. I will get over it. Soon, the kids will all look the same and the experiences will meld together. But for now, it is all wet.