- Kristen Lamb once again hits it out of the park with “How to Become a Lean, Mean Writing MACHINE.” Since I began blogging every day, I look at these entries as my daily column, and I’ve learned that “getting it perfect” is nowhere near as important as “getting it done.” Kristen tells us “blogging is the new journalism,” and goes on to explain why.
Today’s WordPress Daily Post asks, “As a kid, were you happy or anxious about going back to school? Now that you’re older, how has your attitude toward the end of the summer evolved?”
I wasn’t particularly happy about going back to school, but I wouldn’t say anxious, either. I had four First Days of School where I was excited: starting high school, starting at a new high school, starting college, and starting at a new college. The rest of them were “eh, first day of school.”
The one year it was interesting was third grade: Dad would take his vacation the week before Labor Day, and we’d go to Wisconsin for the week. Well, that year they decided to start school the last week of August. Dad had a hard enough time getting vacation that week, and we had already put a deposit on a vacation house, so he decided that we would just start after Labor Day and the nuns would just have to suck it. The nun I had was not happy that they let my father get away with that, and I remember being picked up by the ear and told as much for some minor infraction of classroom decorum. Mom was never shy about calling and giving the principal a piece of her mind, when the occasion called for it, and that occasion did. We had no further trouble with that nun that year, but I did have a contretemps with the principal later that year that resulted in lacerations to my cheek.
Now that I’m older and living in the south, I’m happy for the end of summer, although it stays hot and humid until about mid-October.