This week, kids across America went back to school. The time was right, especially if you’re on a year round schedule (which most schools around here are). I won’t bother getting into the merits of year round vs. traditional school schedule. I’m no longer a student; I don’t have kids; therefore I’m not going to comment on it.
I remember several first days of schools. I remember in 3rd grade, my mom was really sick with a stomach virus and my dad (for the first time) took me to school that day. They almost put her in the hospital for dehydration.
In junior high, they’d herd us into the gym and give us our schedules. In high school our schedules were predetermined the year before. We’d meet with the guidance counselor to determine what classes we were taking. For most of the college bound kids, it was already mapped out. Periodically you were given a choice such as being able to take Physics or AP Biology/Chemistry.
Thinking back on my high school schedule, there was one strange part of it. In 10th and 11th grade, my math class was with the grade ahead of me. I wondered why I didn’t have math with my class peers. My peers were taking the same advanced math class, however I was in the “average” math class with the class ahed of me.
Ultimately first days of school have to be done in order to move on. You have to crawl before you learn how to walk.