Summer proper is winding down now; schools here started this week and the university starts next week. This season is one of my favorites and always has been, and not just because my birthday is in September. It’s really because I was that kid who bought her school supplies in July, drew plans of her desk and/or locker arrangements, and recorded a tape of energetic, motivational, and definitely bad music to get herself going on the first day of school and not be late fore once. I rarely succeed(ed) in that last endeavor.
I loved the start of school. I still do, even when the start of school means a thirty minute commute to my university, overly expensive textbooks, and irritating bus rides from the parking lot to campus. Still, getting my reading list for the semester has excited me from the days in which we read picture books through the present.
I remember nearly every book I’ve read for school and most of the classes in which I read them. For example, I read The Giver in Mrs. Webb’s fourth grade class, before my family moved, Les Misérables in Mr. Rice’s senior AP Literature Course, and To Kill a Mockingbird as summer reading for Mrs. Black’s sophomore English class. To Kill a Mockingbird still breaks my heart to read, both for its content and because our wonderful teacher passed away near the end of the school year. Every time I see even the title, I remember her. These three books were re-read over the summer, once school let out, or pulled from my shelf for another glance even years later.
What books did you read and love as a student? Which ones did you hate? Have you come to appreciate any since you’ve grown up? Please do share!
Until next Thursday,
[images of my schooltime favorites pulled from Goodreads]