August Blues

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Writing Prompt: As a kid, were you happy or anxious about going back to school? Now that you’re older, how has your attitude toward the end of the summer evolved?

I never was anxious about going back to school after the summer until I went off the grad school. I think it was a combination of things: moving away from my family, living some place new… with total strangers, and hoping I wouldn’t fall flat on my face.  I knew that moving to Nevada would be a bit of a culture shock, I knew that people would be different from what I was used to.

I consider myself a modest and somewhat conservative dresser (and I will never forget it) it was my very first class at UNLV and I went into the bathroom, and there was a girl with a sparkly halter top on and Jimmy Cho shoes and mega expensive sunglasses… I looked at her through the mirror and sort of glanced at my simple jean shorts and tee shirt; then I noticed her purse and was floored… my very first thought was , “who dresses like that to go to class?” it was that moment that I knew I was no longer in Wisconsin. Looking back my thoughts might have been a bit judgmental but seriously… who the hell wears a sparkly halter top to class?

At the moment, this time of year makes me a bit nostalgic, I see the kids walking to and from school and I think about all my first days, and I always seem to back to the thought that maybe I’ll go back to school to get my Doctorate…. maybe one day…  but to answer the question I think as I’ve gotten older I’ve become more frenetic about going back to school

 

Until Next Time…. I leave you with this super cute back to school commercial (I really love them)

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