Memories of Back-to-School

too school for cool

I only hated school twice in my life: the last year of high school and my last year(s) of college — both being absolute chronic cases of senioritis (self-diagnosed). Other than that, I was the nerd who couldn’t wait to put her new pencil to use. That might explain why I wasn’t appointed the cool girl in town. Past tense, okay? But in the end, it worked out just fine for me.

The race to be the coolest kid is still a thing, I believe, so I have some back-to-school words of advice for those who feel the pressure: School isn’t a kewwl contest but a learning center! Smart is the new cool, anyway. 😎

By the way, congratulations, parents, on getting back your freedom! So I hear…

Any cool school stories?



3 thoughts on “Memories of Back-to-School

  1. Yeah, well, from my rather limited perspective, school is just another game adults play with kids who grow up to be more adults playing games with kids. If school was a serious place to learn, I think more kids would show their teachers respect, and the adults would get something through to those kids that scared me straight…so straight I cracked and fell apart. I went from thinking I was a good little soldier of the academy to being one step from the garbage can full of crumpled paper.

    Your “senioritis” is attributed to advanced aging. Your mind was on life, not school. For you at that time, school was that childish game I mentioned. But, instead of just putting up with the game and occupying yourself, you grew restless and “above it all.” Right?

    If I haven’t told this one already, I knew a girl in my senior high school class who was as smart and mature as she was pretty. She and I were sort of rebels who didn’t feel like joining any clubs yet had some inkling of wanting to belong. But, by the time spring came along, she was bemoaning her age and how she was so ready to get on with life. Everyone else might have been still playing with each other, but she was already packing her suitcase and planning a family with her boyfriend. [I sometimes wish I had reached her sooner and been that boyfriend. I didn’t enjoy running into her years later when she looked so young in overalls but had two kids waiting in the car.]

    So, for me, school was a challenge from the start with plenty of creative potential. In first grade, I had my first kiss…on a girl’s shoulder. In third grade, I ran home in the rain with my sis to see one of our many favorite cartoons. In fourth grade, I faltered for the first time, saw a space shuttle explode and realized not all teachers are the same. In fifth grade, I got in trouble for expressing adult feelings for a girl in my class. I also went home from gym class on a board. In sixth grade, I played one of the coolest computer games…I really wish I could play that, again. In seventh grade, I had my first small panic attack. [That was not cool.] In eighth grade, I saw the final mistake of my submission to peer pressure…I lost my best female friend to a rival.

    High school I don’t even want to talk about. So, I will stop there.

    Yes, there was an Olympics to be ONE OF the cool kids. In grade school, there was usually one king of the cool kids, and he usually had the latest toys or richest parents. And, no one really knew why that made him cool…he just was. The coolest kid doesn’t necessarily get the girl. In fact, the coolest kid in my class seemed to not have interest in girls at the time. But, the third coolest kid met his wife in fifth grade. And, the coolest kid up until fifth grade was the one who started dating my best female friend. He went from coolest kid to biggest jerk in my yearbook. 😛 But, not as big of a jerk as the bullies I endured.

    So, now that I’ve dusted off my yearbooks…ehem….sorry if I said too much. Back to class, then. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!

    [We don’t need no thought control….no dark sarcasm in the classroom…]


    1. “On a girl’s shoulder”? Haha How “smooth”… I think schools should let children explore their creativity rather than forcing them to follow a system that doesn’t always work or lead anywhere. And, who knows, maybe kids wouldn’t fight so hard to be cool, because everyone would be allowed to showcase their talents. Sounds like you had quite the journey!


      1. Yea, I was very shy, afraid and taunted by other boys obsessed with cooties to go for it when I told them I wanted to kiss her (because I knew that’s what grown-ups did when they liked someone of the opposite sex). Even at age 7, (heck, I started at 4), I knew I wanted to kiss a girl. She was at her locker and facing away from me. I closed my eyes and bent toward her…missed by a nose.
        Ironically, that’s the same girl that met her husband, the third coolest kid in the class, in fifth grade.

        Letting kids explore too much defeats the structure of school, which is made up of adults trying to work together to make a difference. It’s the same flawed logic that goes into everything from government to computers. Why all the glitches? Cuz we’re human and don’t all get along like other species do better to some degree.

        I could list a number of school “shouldn’t’s.” Like: Awards that only end up making those who don’t achieve feel lousy. Just as awards for “participating” offer no true reward for challenge. If the adult award shows are any example of how stupid adults can be…..I mean, excessive, anyone?? Way too many award shows. We get it. Taylor Swift is talented and has the world in her back pocket because someone’s putting all their money on Red 19.

        That’s just the tip of the iceberg. Maybe one day you will read my autobiography; and I will read yours.

        It begins like…

        “This is a story of a terrible drawer but a terrific dancer…who became a terrific drawer and…well, eventually she had to stop dancing…a story of mystery and adventure…the legend of Mariacles. Huzzah!” Produced by Writingbolt C. Randall.


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