“School is a building which has four walls with tomorrow inside.” – Lon Watters
Last night we went to Little Miss’ school to meet her teacher for this coming year and see her classroom.
It’s been a long time since I was able to participate in such an activity. Her teacher greeted us and introduced herself to our granddaughter, who then took off to talk with friends and explore her second grade classroom.
It was fun to see the manipulatives on the shelves, the books in the library, the signs on walls. Everything was fascinating to me.
I was surprised that this simple trip brought back a flood of memories. I thought of my daughter’s second grade classes and most of all, I thought of my own second grade year. This took me back in time, thinking of my teacher, classmates the ones who remain friends, the ones that were goofy, but now are wonderful people. I also thought of events that happened in my second grade year. Little things that don’t matter much, except to seven and eight year olds.
Time has a way of fleeting by us. Sometimes we think that days, weeks, months or years drag by. We wait anxiously for milestones to occur, we look forward to big things and little things.
Last night I went to meet my granddaughter’s second grade teacher and was flooded with memories from sixty years ago. In the hours after attending, I wondered how the time had flown.
“School bells are ringing loud and clear; vacation’s over, school is here.” — Winifred C. Marshal