“Learn from the mistakes of others you won’t have time to make them all your self”
― Jill Shalvis, Simply Irresistible
The summer break must be coming up soon in the USA – it’s the theme for this week: Any special recollections about the final week of school.
It honestly is a bit of a push here from all the other foxes and the hound for me to remember my, or a, final week of school. It’s like yonks ago. All I can remember was like – thank goodness it’s over. I never liked school – that love affair only came later in life when I found something called ‘maturity’.
So final week, ey?
Thinking, thinking, thinking. Yup, there’s nothing. I didn’t like school and with that all memory has been erased – more or less. Final week was also the week (in my vague memory) when we got our reports. Well, yes you’ve guessed it, as much as I didn’t like my school days, my reports kind of reflected that attitude. I won’t go into the intricate German school system, but basically half way through year 10 my teacher said repeat or leave. I left. Best thing I did, I reckon, or as it was, best thing mum decided on. I went to some school of economics and picked up on marks. But final week?
I’m afraid, I’m not much help with a final week in school, right?
I suppose in a way I always did look forward to going on holidays. Mum was great with organising great holidays and every year we went somewhere special, whether near or afar. And see the thing is, when I talk to my sister we often unusual remember those holidays – hardly anybody had heard about going to Romania or Bulgaria in those days. Or going to the place where mum was born – walking along the streets and having people yelling from every corner “Oh, you’re back in town C.” and starting a catch up chat. Yeah, holidays were good and I suppose that’s my conclusion for this week: My special recollection about the final week of school was looking forward to going on holidays 🙂
Please tell me your recollection about your final week of school is more interesting than mine!!!