Tuesday, August 27th, 2013
Whether you’re a preschooler, middle schooler, high schooler, college student, teacher, professor, or parent, the end of August signifies a return to the books. Even for those who no longer step foot in locker-lined hallways, the memories, bitter or sweet, come back every fall. Back to school ads litter drugstores and Staples, and the rush for binders, notebooks, and pens begins. School isn’t just about ages or grades: the world is one big school, and we’re all students, learning from those around us. It’s never to late to go back to school.
School starts soon, summer slipping fast!
School starting soon, summer reading unfinished.
Falling leaves, school buses, cooler temperatures…
Back by unpopular demand, it’s school.
It’s coming: back-to-school nightmares have begun.
School’s back! Mixed feelings linger around.
School. Eat. Home. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.
New school. New people. Same problems.
My mind is a one-room schoolhouse.
Was old school, got retro grades.
Finished school by standing on principle.
Paid today. School shopping. Balance inverts.
Hoarding school supplies. Graduated in 1996.
Son’s first schoolday. Caught myself crying.
Watched schoolbus depart with my heart.
Single mother. Night school. My hero.
Missing school. Feeling lonely. Barely surviving.
Reliving preschool. Napping. Coloring outside lines.
School since 1990; I am addicted.
School’s over, but learning never ends.