Happy September!
Does anyone remember what September used to mean? I mean, besides the end of Summer and the beginning of Autumn; the time when the tree's leaves begin to change color and wind becomes slighter cooler.
I remember.
I remember that September meant the beginning of school and the end of freedom. Not that it was an entirely BAD thing in my mind. Anyone who knows me would know that I really did love school. I loved going to the store and filling up on all sorts of new and lovely school supplies like highlighter, Sharpies, and sticky notes. I mean, who WOULDN'T love all that organization??
Seriously.
I loved being able to open my new textbooks, even if they were used, and reading over the teacher's syllabus, looking over what I was supposed to be learning for the semester. Most of all, I loved being able to see my friends again, guaranteed, and hanging out all day, taking notes and complaining about various teachers and assignments.
I mean, HELLO, Heart of Darkness anyone?
School was fun in its first September days because everything was fresh and everyone still missed the daily little details. It would still be a month or so, or even a few weeks, before people started realizing that their lives were slowly being consumed by letter grades and essays about the meaning of success.
Oh yea, I remember THAT one.
And, you know, I still get that feeling every September. It's something that was part of my life for about 20 years and it seems embedded in my memory. The moment September starts to roll around on calender, I start to feel that excitement that something new is going to happen, new lessons are going to be learned and that the circle of the year was turning and starting its change.
It makes you wonder, doesn't it, why January was determined the first month of the year. Some cultures believe that Halloween and November the beginning of the new year while still other think it's the spring time.
Well, then, I guess I will have to decide that September is the beginning of my new year and it I still consider it that way too, even though I no longer participate in scholarly activities.
And I still find myself missing about how easy school was and how everything was pretty much planned for people like me. I had my day scheduled and set, my lessons all lined up and I was constantly surrounded by people ... no need to plan events just to hang out. Not to mention that this happened five days a week.
I mean, work IS very similar, but there was more freedom to school. There weren't any bills that needed to be paid, dinner to be cooked and if you wanted to get a little exercise, classes were provided for you. That means, no searching on the internet for the yoga studio in your area and trying to figure out which one had the best deals and wouldn't empty your wallet too quickly. Oh, the days of school ... so great, really, when you think about it.
Boy, am I happy they're OVER! :)
So, to all you students, HAPPY NEW YEAR and GOOD LUCK on your semester!!
Peace.
