• Monday August 31, 2015

    Lynn’s Notes:

    I was much more emotional, much more excited than my children were on their first day of school. Maybe it’s because I remembered so well my own first day — my own foray into the mayhem of new bodies, new bullies, new friends. Maybe I was remembering the size of the classroom where I sat and what I saw. Maybe I could hear the sounds, feel the noise, and taste the scent of new paper and pencils and paint. Maybe I was reliving their excitement at being a "big kid" for the first time. On the other hand, maybe I was just really glad to have the rest of the day to myself.