As children all over our communities head back to school I find myself thinking about my old school days. My mind goes from elementary to college and it makes me giggle like a school girl.
In my day the back to school clothes shopping craze was not what it is today. Our 64 count box of Crayola’s was IT. Nobody cared about your new shirt or your new shoes, just about your colors.
“As if! Stop it!” When I started junior high the Trapper Keeper was too cool for school. I had one in this very color in the 7th grade. I thought I was the cat’s meow when I was old enough to have one and carry it from class to class. This may have been the only cool thing about me in junior high…I hated junior high and don’t know many people who relish those days. What an awkward, awful stage for a child. I dread Henry going through that. Poor thing.
Ah, the cones. Let’s jump up to college. I was a basketball manager from 7th grade through 12th grade. I was quite the statistician and it scored me a full scholarship to the junior college in my hometown. I served my first year and then bailed. I blame it on the cones. Coach made me dress out with the girls and run drills. I never see an orange cone without having my lungs and thighs burn a wee bit.
The much needed and dreaded syllabus. It was the road map to each college course. Sometimes I wish I had a syllabus in real life. It would make things so much easier, you know?!
I loved carrying my lunch in style. My Mama wrote me little notes and put them in my lunch. Can you believe this was actually MY lunch box. I found a picture of it on a vintage website and it is now $60. I can assure you my Mama did not pay over $5 for it back in 1983! I loved, loved, loved this lunch box. I wore it out and then got a Rainbow Brite lunch box. After that one wore out I was too cool for a lunch box.
“As if! Stop it!” When I started junior high the Trapper Keeper was too cool for school. I had one in this very color in the 7th grade. I thought I was the cat’s meow when I was old enough to have one and carry it from class to class. This may have been the only cool thing about me in junior high…I hated junior high and don’t know many people who relish those days. What an awkward, awful stage for a child. I dread Henry going through that. Poor thing.
Ah, the cones. Let’s jump up to college. I was a basketball manager from 7th grade through 12th grade. I was quite the statistician and it scored me a full scholarship to the junior college in my hometown. I served my first year and then bailed. I blame it on the cones. Coach made me dress out with the girls and run drills. I never see an orange cone without having my lungs and thighs burn a wee bit.
The much needed and dreaded syllabus. It was the road map to each college course. Sometimes I wish I had a syllabus in real life. It would make things so much easier, you know?!So, what comes to YOUR mind when you think of school days?
Abby
Life With My Sister 
Hilarious! I have very similar memories, of course, since we did have a very similar upbringing with a few different variations. 1 – I LOVED junior high. Probably even a little better than high school if it came down to it. 2 – I carried a Lion King lunchbox straight through high school. It was not as cool as my elementary lunchbox that was of the same vein as yours. I think mine was Smurfs or Star Wars or something, though. Probably a hand me down.When I think of back to school shopping I do think of school supplies. I could not wait to get my hands on all of the fun stuff for the new year. We didn't have lists back in the day, so it was carte blanche (on a budget). Erasers, folders with generic pictures of cats and balloons and racecars, and cool pencils. I can't wait to get to do it with my kids. I hope I don't steal all their thunder!
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