Oh September how I love thee.
It's true, though I hadn't really thought of it before, that September is probably my favorite month. It's not even my birth month, though about a close as you can get. September is my new year. Screw January, all hail September!
I have always been that kid that relished a new school year beginning. So much promise, the paper so white, the binders not busted. Everything in it's place and full of potential. I'm not sure I ever lived up to that potential for more than a moment or two. Those rare, project finished and the deadline is still more than 24 hours away, moments. The, I studied and am not freaking out about how I did on the test, glimpses into being a responsible student. Sorry school, I took you for granted, or perhaps life was making much stronger demands. Demanding boyfriend (UGH, WHAT was I thinking?), demanding best friend (Sorry *N, you know I love you, and you know it was true.) A charming handful of a brother, a job which I loved and needed to escape everything else, and a desire for something better than what was real then. Oh, and of course puberty, that wonderfully rational time. I did what I needed to do to get by, and the things I really wanted to excel at I was simply mediocre.
Now it's Mira's turn. Grade 1. IMAGINE! Grade 1.
Thank you Ms. MacIssac for making that a wonderful year for me. I got my first crush that year, and in some ways have hung onto it for the rest of my life. She (Ms. MacIssac, not the boy) was beautiful, smart, gentle and everything my grade primary teacher was not. I swear Mrs. Lund hated kids. Ms. MacIssac made me want to be a good student, which is interesting since I'd barely been in school long enough to be anything else. I wonder what would have been different if I had more MacIssacs and less Lunds as teachers.
Mira has had wonderful JK and SK teachers. Thank you Mrs. Gillard and Mrs. Homenick, you have put a love of learning into Mira already and it is so important.
In this economic and environmentally stressful time I find myself pulled in 2 directions. Septembers siren call is strong and the urge for new school supplies is hard to resist, even if they are not for me. We bought Mira a monogrammed back pack to begin grade 1. However, she knows it is to last her for the next 5 years. I am happy with the design because it will lend itself well to hiking, camping and all our other extra curricular activities as well. I will try and appease the beast with the organizing side of getting ready. (I am such a geek) but the call of new is strong. She doesn't even need new clothes!
Next year, if it all goes as I have planned (God Laughs) it will be my turn. I'll be starting my next new chapter with my (new) backpack and sharpened pencils. I am so excited I can hardly stand it. For the next year however, I need to organize, take care of myself and get ready. It's gonna be a hell of a trip!
Love you
Be
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