School and Friends

It's August folks, and you know what that means!

School is BACK in session!

I'm not going to school at the mo', but my dear Turner is. He started classes on Monday. So far so good it seems. My younger siblings started at their schools a few weeks ago, along with my oldest-younger-sister starting up as an aid in kindergarten classes.

I got to thinking the other day about memories I have of my first days, and I'd like to share a couple with you.


First, I can't remember if I was in kindergarten or first grade, but I had this weird idea in my head. I'll try to explain it... I thought, I was big enough that I wouldn't ride the "short bus" (you know the ones), but not so big that I would ride the "reeeeally long bus" (the regular ones). I guess I had seen a "medium sized bus" at some point, and was convinced that that was my size bus.

Well, the first day came, and down the street came the "long bus". My mom was probably saying, "okay, here it is!" to get me excited, but I completely freaked out. "Noooooo!!!!! That's not my bus!!!!!" Etc, etc... I don't remember if they finally got me on the bus, or if my mom ended up just driving me to school, but I don't think it happened again the next day. I remember being so scared, and very disappointed. But in the end, it worked out.

The other "first day" I remember well, was my first day in junior high. Where I went to school, Elementary was K-6, Junior High was 7-9, and High School was 10-12. They've since changed it I think, but that's how it was.

So here I was, twelve years old. I remember getting off the bus and walking into the halls. I seriously felt like I must have been in a rehearsed movie-like scene. I slowly walked down the hall, as kids older than me crossed my path with no thought of watching out for me; a group of girls to my left laughing and chewing gum with their mouths open; a couple to my right making out against the lockers; kids throwing footballs across the hallways; teachers leaning out of their classrooms to tell kids to knock it off. Everything seemed to be happening all at once. It was freaky.

I honestly don't remember my first day in high school though... I really enjoyed high school. My first few months were tough, because I'd gotten in with some kids who had very different standards from me (they swore a lot, and got into drugs and things), and really, they were only nice to me because I was part of their sports team. When I decided to leave the team so that I wouldn't have to hear the swearing or be around the negativity, I still tried to say hi to them when I met them in the halls (I hate burning bridges, ya know?) but they ignored me completely.

After that though, I immersed myself in my choir activities, and found there a group of friends who were not only clean in their language and habits, but were also supportive, and genuinely kind. Now, ten years later, some of those friends are still in my life, and are still performing the same roles they did then.

I love friends like that.

For me, a true friend is someone who you can go for months or years without seeing, speaking, or communicating at all, and when you see them again it's like no time has passed at all. I've been blessed with so many of those. I call them all-weather-friends.

Question of the day:
What memories do you have of "first day" experiences?
Did you make any all-weather-friends growing up?

Thanks for traveling today, see you tomorrow!

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