Good Mornin’! Good Mornin’!
I really don’t remember much about the first day of school at CDA as I knew more than a handful of classmates from Sunday School.
I remember Mrs. Woods, always with a smile, teaching us how to read and how to write and simple math with these bundles of red sticks.
She was awesome as I remember as most of my teachers were through CDA and IA. But most of my memories took place before and after school.
As I tell my kids, I was the first one on the bus (along with my three older siblings) in the morning and the last one off in the afternoon. An hour and a half both ways and a good three hours of my life each school day (unless we had football/basketball/or anything to get out of riding the bus home) hanging with Mrs. Stricklin. Good ol’ bus #2 from CDA.
I remember when they were brand spanking new and was excited to get on not knowing the next nine years of my life would be spent “front seat, heater side” in the winters and all the way in the back with the windows down in hot weather.
School is starting but when the heck did it creep all the way up to the first week of August? I remember at least a couple of weeks of football practice before Mrs. Stricklin was honking that bus horn at 6:30 a.m.
I know we always got out in mid to late May but that seems moved up as well. But, hey, I’m not in charge and that’s probably a good thing…lol…
I do remember the rush of getting new school supplies but that was nothing like today either where each store has endless bins of colors, pencils, pens and backpacks and paper and technology. We had a couple of #2 pencils and that big gapped notebook thing to learn how to write in.
Kids today get iPads and Chrome Books and headsets and I don’t know what all. What happened to text books? Remember having to make book covers out of the paper grocery bags from Sunflower?
Yeah, I’m that old now. I didn’t have to walk to school uphill both ways in the snow or anything but come on. And I’m so glad I never had to drop a Common Core math homework problem on my parents.
But it’s time to get back in the trenches. Guess I’ll have to listen for the ol’ number two’s bus horn and remember Mrs. Woods’ smile and learn something new.
