There’s a volunteer at the bookstore I often work with on the weekends. She’s fourteen, I think, and these past few weeks she’s made it clear, “Do NOT say the word school! Unless it pertains to school clothes shopping.”
Obviously she’s less than excited to go back to school.
I would be too. I hated school. And it hated me.
Until college, anyway, but that’s better saved for another blog post.
Seriously. The only thing good–in my eyes–about going back to school was that I got to play tennis. Yep, I played tennis from junior high through college.
That was my saving grace.
No matter how mean the kids were at school or how frustrating the teachers were, the tennis court was my sanctuary.
Sure, I tormented my young volunteer a few times by saying the word school and homework, but I managed to dodge her tiny fists.
Did you guys like school? Have a favorite class?
Or were you like me and dreaded the return to structure, studying, and your fellow peers.
Have a great Friday,
Your Friday Fox,
Lynn Rush
Angela Schroeder
Patricia Kiyono
Elaine Cantrell
Jeff Salter
Joselyn
Tonette Joyce
Four Foxes, One Hound 
Poor kid, I feel for her- I didn’t really have a favorite class , well, maybe I did- my favorite people were in Latin with me and so I guess that would qualify although conjugating verbs was not all that. LOL!
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I enjoyed getting back together with my schoolmates — well, except there were always a few bullies.
I never had a sport to excell in, but in my senior yr of H.S. I got involved with the drama group and was in three plays, plus a speech convention & competition. That gave me something to focus on besides girls. Ha.
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I hated school. I was apparently a precocious kid who was sickly and shy, so my mother, making one of the worst judgment calls in history, decided that since compulsory education in Virgina did not start until the age of 7( back then), she’d keep me home an extra year.Great…I learned a great deal about the world spending more time around adults and I shared a room with my teenage sister..things were tame back then but still not first-grade level. So, when I entered 1st grade,I was at least a year older than all the kids, (sometimes more,if they had started early), I had no 1st-grade social skills, and my health got worse. I knew I was ‘smarted’ than most of the kids around me, but I felt so inferior because they all knew how to cope,and play and felt fairly sure of themselves. There was no touchy-feely,consider-the-child teachers here.One teacher for about 30 kids, no assistants, no ‘couselors’,they ran it like the military…I could go on. I got over SOME of it, but never all of the feelings of being an outsider. I did well in all classes, however, I liked all sciences and some history, up until the Middle Ages.I just couldn’t understand it after that, it made no sense to me.But that was when they threw religion out of school and without the religion/power- plays and fights, no matter what angle is taught,no matter whose ‘side’ you may be on, omitting that pertainent part, it doesn’t make any sense. So I married a history major who taught social studies…now I read all history…and I try to see all sides.
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I can’t say I had a favorite class, except French II when Nick Resta sat in front of me. (Sigh) I didn’t mind most of my classes. Can’t really say I dreaded any of them…unless I didn’t do my homework, which happened a lot more often than I’d care to admit.
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