Tuesday, 7th October 2008
Back to School
Traffic’s gotten thicker these days in the morning. Half asleep children standing at bus stops, monstrous bags hanging off their young backs (the cool ones opting to hold them on the one shoulder, unaware of scoliosis) waiting for their ride to school. An array of uniform clad kids storm into huge buildings offering them an education which will help them integrate themselves into our society. And so it goes….
Another scholastic year has arrived. By the end of this Summer, I would over hear parents discuss their children going back to school. It seemed as though some mothers had a count down going and couldn’t wait to lump the kindergarten teacher with their ‘little terrors’ at least for those few morning hours.
Of course for some it’s not that easy. Taking their first born to school is a giant step and there’s always some kid stirring up the drama …. white knuckled door clutching, screaming, refusal to join the other toddlers, while the mother tearfully scurries off. These scenes are pretty entertaining first day of school, possibly stretching onto second day and then they become annoying if they persist.
Sixth form is a whole different ball game! It’s one of the few chances we get in life to experiment with our look, before we get roped into the office look, including something like pencil skirts and shirts for the women or suit and tie for the men, OR before we regress to uniform mode once again depending on what job you’re aspiring for.
Herds of youngsters; the preppy yuppies wearing their polo shirts, the party goers wearing their luminous trainers, the nerds wearing some awful concoction they came up with and the Goths and Emos who definitely have a life supply of gel and eye liner stashed. It’s… “wear what you want” and “this is what I’m wearing so bugger off” I like to see it as a little rebellious nature on the part of our youngsters, well at least I liked to think that I was semi cool in my apparel in sixth form…..my annual says otherwise!
Then there’s university. The final step……My first day at university I frantically tried to grasp the concept of credits, when the worst happened…. I had one of my terrifying bathroom experiences. Sweaty and paler than live yoghurt, I approached a young man and asked where the nearest toilet was. He gave me a knowing smile and asked “has the first day excitement gotten to you?” to which I nodded in a desperate fashion, he then said “look that’s the architecture department and the toilets there are really discreet … knock yourself out” Did I seriously need his advice? Heheh I think not! What I did need was to get a grip of myself and face a new system, which I quickly adapted to and before I knew it my four years were up.
Wearing that Toga was possibly the coolest day of my life…I couldn’t believe that the little girl balling her eyes out at kindergarten had finally made it to yet another beginning!!!!
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