Labor Day Pains....a reminder.

As I sit here on Labor Day

I am reminded of all of the Labor Days past.

In the old days, we would go back to school,

the following Tuesday.

 I was one of those kids who

hated school,

HATED.

The only thing that gave me have a glimpse of hope  regarding school 

was 

reuniting with my friends.

I did love Brownies,

and dance class,

and hot lunch at school.

I hated ALL the rest.

Music class was ok, I suppose.

Why would a young suburban kid

hate school?

I really have no idea.

I am one who struggles with grasping new concepts but

once I get it,

I get it.

I was a great reader and a great writer and speller.

Math...was the death of me.

And History...oh History...how I love thee!

I suppose, I really am a nature lover,

an outside sort of gal.

I hated the idea of all of those months and months of being

cooped up with books and pencils and such.

Yuck!

Now, at age ....plus, I am a learner.

But then,

I despised learning

and

wow, I must have given my teachers a boatload of trouble.

I have a fond melancholy remembrance of

riding my bike on that last free glorious evening before school,
and a tear almost comes to my eye.

I can imagine how prisoners feel, that is how I felt, an impending sense of doom, the pall of school upon me.

I am grateful to have grown up,

to have passed through my hatred of learning.

I still can feel the dread of the dawn of the new school year.

I am just grateful that as tomorrow dawns,

I am an adult

and the school doldrums have passed me by.

I will say a little prayer for all you students,

you need the grace of the Lord

as I once did.