To school again...

Do you ever get nostalgic for those old days? Ok, so that’s a retarded question. Everyone gets nostalgic from time to time. This week with all the kiddies going back to school, I had a throwback to that feeling I used to get walking to school in the crisp pre autumn air. It was weird, with the smell of the dew and the leaves just starting to change I had that feeling down deep in the gut that used to remind me I was off for another year of the unknown, but soon to be taught. It is kinda a mix of disappointment in a summer gone, a little nervousness to see classmates and find out where you lie in the pecking order, I guess excitement would be in there too just because it is a start of something new.
I even remembered the smell of the high school the first day of classes. It was always odd, I had my locker somewhere between the cafeteria and the shop wing so it was a mix of engine oil, sawdust, pancakes, and hash-browns, not to mention the musk of a thousand or more high school students.
I never really liked school I mean I survived and I had some good times in there in between. But for the most part I just remember not really knowing where I belonged. I was known for being a Christian but was too Lutheran to hang out with the “Bible bashers” (Good folk just a little too hyper for my tastes). I played football for a year but was never really hard core. One of the big regrets of those years was quitting, but when your heart is not in it what can you do? I was too unsure of myself to be in the cool crowd (though I realize that may sound like an oxymoron to some), And I was not dorky enough to be an outcast. I had friends but they had their own groups where they belonged. I would just kinda float.
German and English class were places I could be myself, though they were my best and worst class by a margin of sixty percent or so. I just loved to debate, In German we would talk bout just about everything with just a smidgen of German in there as well. Which probably explains the lower of my marks. In English we expressed as many thoughts but actually got grades for doing it effectively in a language I could understand so that helped. My favorite time though was hanging out in the library during spare ten to fifteen of us seniors would take over the middle island of desks and “study” it was an odd mix if just about every social group there was in the high school from the artsy-fartsy, the pot head, the jock, she who belonged to those prone to being more scantily clad, the musician, and everything in-between plus me. No one really belonged so everyone was welcome, I felt right at home.
Anyway I was just thinking of those days again. Lest we forget you know… (and yes I do think it is just as important to remember what kids go through on a day to day basis, as it is to remember those who have fallen in war. If we are not concerned about the quality of life, spiritual, and emotional well being of the future generations, why did those great men and women have to die to preserve this way of life in the first place?)
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