YAY! I love the first day of school. When I was a kid, I
would get so excited about seeing all my friends and pleasing a new teacher
that I would hardly be able to sleep the night before. Or, maybe my inability
to sleep was due to having a head full of bristly rollers. Who thought trying
to sleep on rollers was a good idea? Especially, when my thick, straight hair
didn’t curl as much as bend. I’m sure I looked silly. But, it was really
important for me to look special (not to be confused with touched) for the
first day of school.
The boys are pictured above. I'm so thrilled that they continue to indulge me in this annual photo. One day, we'll line them all up to see how they've grown. Both boys are happy about their teacher assignments, having previous experience with both, and they feel fortunate that their best buddies are in their classes. Seriously, life doesn't get much better than that for sixth and fourth graders. Wow! I remember sixth grade so well. In fact, the year was 1978, which marked the transition year from curlers to curling iron, an affair I would carry out for at least eight years.
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