It’s here! The first day of school is tomorrow!
Just like the Staples ad, I think it is a “most wonderful time of the year.”
There’s something about September that makes me stand a little straighter, be a little more organized, and renew my resolve to get things done. More than with the change of the calendar year, September is a time for a fresh start.
Years ago, I gave up New Year’s Resolutions. Anyone who knows me will attest that I can only “be nicer to my family” or “‘eat more healthfully” for a few hours before caving in to my natural tendencies.
But September is rife with possibilities: New people to meet, new things to learn, new experiences to enjoy, new supplies to play with.
Once I did so in lace-up gum-soled shoes and ’70s paisley pantsuits, heading off to King Street School with my new lunchbox, pink eraser, No. 2 pencils and the textbooks Mom so carefully covered in brown paper.
Now I live the excitement vicariously through our daughter, Catherine, who tomorrow will start her sophomore year at Greenwich High.
The world is her oyster, and so it is mine, too. High school seems so much more interesting now than it was when I was trying to parse my way through the serfs and the lords, the dissection of earthworms and frogs, Shakespeare, the conjugation of French verbs, calculus and keyboarding.
We Vaneches spent this past weekend lapping up the last few hours of summer freedom — grilling up a feast for relatives, lounging at the beach, taking a family walk, enjoying a meal out.
We ended Labor Day with a trip to Staples where Catherine cleared the shelves of pink and purple supplies. When we got home, she spread her booty out on the den floor and went to town organizing, labeling and otherwise getting her act together.
Sadly, just a couple more school years will start like this for us. Before we know it, we’ll be moving her in to a dorm, driving away and leaving her to her first taste of freedom. Eek!
Catherine hopes to become a middle school social studies teacher — a job for which she’s perfectly suited and will surely excel.
I admit I’m a little envious: She’ll get a career’s worth of chances to revel in the fresh slate each September brings.