First Day of School

When I was growing up in a small suburb in Ohio, the first day of school was always special. I remember the smell of new book bags and the excited chatter of friends who had not seen each other for three months. Would I be assigned the nice teacher or the mean teacher? I never really loved school, but there was always a certain magic about the first day of school.

Now I think of our children attending school. Their memories will be much different than mine are. One day they will look back on their school years and remember security guards and metal detectors. Gangs and drugs and obscenities are all too common. On this day, the first official day of school, we need to keep our young people in prayer.

1. gail says:

   September 9, 2009 at 2:12 pm

   I remember my first day of school. I didn’t get any sleep the night before. My Mom had put curlers in the hair, the kind with the poky things to make them hold. They held alright but they kept poking me all night long. My curls only lasted until about 10:00 am anyway.
2. Gathline Lecointe says:

   October 24, 2009 at 1:15 pm

   I can’t remember my first day of school. I lol reading Gail’s own.
3. LARRY711 says:

   October 26, 2009 at 11:05 am

   I remember my first day of school. During my toddler and pre-school years, my folks and all family had always called me “Junnie”. So.. I’m sitting in the kindergarten class of Ms. Weinenberg and attendance is being taken. I hear “Lawrence Hendricks”… and I continue to wait for my name… then she calls the name again… and again, getting louder. I’m looking around saying to myself “wow… this lawrence guy must be deaf or something why doesn;t he just answer?” I look at the teacher and she asks me why i’m not answering to my name. I reply” Well, my name sn’t Lawrence: it’s Junnie.” I quickly learned that I had been decived by my own family for the first 5-years of my life. After school my mother asked ,incredulously,”What’s wrong with you that you don’t know your own name???” LOL…