Throughout my childhood, the day after Labor Day was the first day back to school. I was always so excited for that day. After what I perceived as a long, boring summer, I got to return to the land of my friends, a structured environment, and me being me, the loving embrace of external validation through my grades. I was teacher’s pet heaven.
It seems kids these days are starting much earlier in the year. Am I imagining things or did the school year grow or at least stretch out?
Although I let people know last week that I won’t be returning to school any time soon, it doesn’t mean I’m any less nostalgic for this time of year.
I was strolling through a big box store and stumbled into the school supply section, which wasn’t hard since it seems like it had taken over nearly half the aisles. I love school supplies. I did buy 2 composition books.
While they aren’t the same as when I went to school, cheap plastic covers instead of the hard black ones, they definitely were worthy of getting through into the cart. Unlike the really fancy notebooks, I will actually write in composition books. With the fancy ones, I’m too afraid I’ll make a mistake, and a cross-through is so unworthy of a book that nice. Yes, I am a freak.
Several of the supply items spoke to me in different ways. Look at the latest Trapper Keeper equivalent.
Holy cow! I would have wanted one of those! Of course, I had a Trapper Keeper, but it was so lost on me. Before classes started, I would diligently label each folder, certain that I would be able to keep things organized. I never did. I wanted to be organized with my school notes, I just didn’t know how. Something clicked when I went to college. I learned that the folders I carried to class didn’t have to contain everything related to the class, only the things I would need in class. Every old paper I’d ever turned in didn’t need to make the trip.
Also while in college, I discovered the art of studying off of 3×5 index cards.
To prepare for tests, I would write a keyword on the front and the definition, significance, etc., on the back. These little cards were a life saver. I’d carry them with me, so whenever I had a few moments to spare, I could go over my cards. My fellow history majors thought I was insane until one asked to look at them. They couldn’t believe how much I could squeeze on the back of those little cards, and how useful the technique could be. Not that anyone else ever adopted it.
What are some of your back to school memories? or Is anyone else still enamored with school supplies?