In accordance with my continuing contribution to my… beyond fabulous…writing group-the incomparable SFWG, today’s post is about school–and what that word evokes for me.
Unequivocally, when I think of school it begins with autumn. The roar of a Friday night football game. The charred-wood scent of a blazing bonfire. Driving through a shower of fiery leaves on a sunny October day. We were sixteen, celebrating new found-freedom and the absolute certainty that we were kings of the world.
Life revolved around school. Oh, not the books and teachers and homework. Those things were just irritants you had to finish before getting to the really important stuff. School plays and social clubs. Cheerleading tryouts and student council elections. Who broke up with who, and why? Most importantly…where was the party on a Saturday night? (Shh- and who was bringing the beer?)
The stupidity of adults astounded us while–curiously–we became exponentially smarter. In fact, by the time we hit seventeen we were pretty much the sharpest things on the planet.
Life was different then. There were no cell phones to track us as we raced off (unbelted, of course) to places we probably shouldn’t have gone. And yet, most of us—though sadly, not all—made it home alive each night.
My first date with my husband was on Halloween night of our Senior year in high school. I’ve often said if I could go back in time for just one day, it would be to that backyard costume party. When life was all light and joy and sensation. When there were no such things as bills or mortgages or insurance rates.
For me, High school was the pinnacle of my extraordinary greatness. I was invincible. Then I went to college, and was stunned to learn that I wasn’t—in fact—the most important being on the planet. (*dramatic gasp*) When I had my own children, the scales dropped fully from my eyes. Not only did I realize I was dumber than a bag of rocks, I also discovered that I’m but a speck on the armpit hair of this roiling mass of humanity we call earth.
Life is beyond wonderful now that my kids are grown, and my husband and I get to live (almost) like teenagers again. And though I wouldn’t trade this life to return to that school-me for a billion dollars. It’s nice to think about once in a while. When we were golden. When we were kings.
This post is my contribution to my writing group’s new weekly topic challenge. Author Susan Spann, author of the forthcoming ninja detective novel CLAWS OF THE CAT (Thomas Dunne, 2013), will propose a topic on her blog each Monday and we each of us will respond.
L.J. Cohen has a fantastic post on “Staying in School” – and what it means for an author.
Marci Jefferson explains how “Piggy Saves the Day“
C.V. Perkins shares how a school days’ passion has become a calling.
Julianne Douglas offers a story about a very original scholastic sin – The Forbidden Fruit.
Arabella Stokes blog is about her own, struggling school district Read it here.
Amanda Orr’s post talks about Mrs. Smith, the one teacher that meant the most to her.