Ah, Labor Day weekend. Summer’s last hurrah. A chance to celebrate workers. And in my part of the world, the days leading up to the advent of the school year.
Of course, this year’s Labor Day weekend and the weeks that follow will look distinctively different than those of the past. As with many districts around the country, our kids will go back to school with remote learning courtesy of video-conference instruction, digital assignments and virtual group projects.
It’s smart. It’s necessary. It’s the best solution in a tough situation. But I still pine for those old school back-to-school experiences. Here are some of my favorites:
The smell of freshly sharpened pencils.
Chalk dust flying through the air as the teacher writes his or her name on the blackboard.
The sound of backpacks being surreptitiously unzipped before the bell rings.
Those all-in-one desk-chair thingies.
Newly pegged jeans. (Anyone else remember–and maybe love–these?)
Doodling pictures of horses, three-dimensional cubes or an imagined new last name (preceded by Mrs., naturally) on my Peechee.
Practicing marching band formations.
Freezing at football games.
Walking the halls with a gaggle of friends.
Flirting at the lockers at lunchtime.
Ordering a giant cinnamon roll and chocolate milk from the snack bar.
School dances where nobody dances.
Instructional slides, complete with a “beep” to signal the operator to advance to the next image.
That’s just for starters.
So how about you? Do you have any fond-back-to-school memories? Please share!