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Back to School

It's that time of year; vacations are ending, routines are being ached for, and Publix has their ginormous cardboard school bus planted firmly at the front of the store full of BOGO goodies by the likes of snack packs, composition notebooks, and -my personal fave- crayons.  It's funny how this time of year incites nostalgia for these things and much more.  I close my eyes and remember various first days of school, some more meaningful than others but each special and met with grand gestures.

I remember the first day of kindergarten and my ribbon laced socks and poofy floral dress I insisted on wearing despite my mom pleading for me to wear something comfier and more durable perhaps for playground playing.  In third grade, I rode a bus on the first day of school and that stands out in memory.  The summers before 9th and 10th grades, I took both P.E. classes and "Life Management" courses that were required.  Sweating at school for 6 weeks versus 18 weeks during a regular semester?  I'll take yes for $200, Alex.  You know what I remember about those first days of summer school each year?  The smell of the high school gym.  It is unmistakable in my mind and nostrils and PS-it STILL smells the same today.

I can picture certain outfits I wore on different first days and I feel the anticipation all over again.   First day outfits for school set the tone of your year!  THE YEAR!  Clearly, this was a huge preparation point in my world.  What can I say, getting dressed has always been my favorite part of the day.

I feel it in the air, both online and in public; back to school mentality and planning is in full motion.  I'm excited for all the new memories to be made and wish the very best school year to everyone.  May spirits be kind and minds ready to absorb incredible knowledge.  Happy 2017-2018!

Oh and for good measure, my senior year of high school first day pic:


Ahhh yes, got my glitter belt on, hair ribbon tied into a pretty little bow, and my giant stationary accessories bag.  If this girl wasn't ready to rock I don't know who was!

mkh


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