Mike Campbell has written a very good recollection of back to school as happy. I guess I had more problems with school so the first thing his post reminded me of is that I have yet to have my annual "back to school" dream.
Every late August for years it comes. I am in a class room, usually Mr. Foster's at CEC, my old high school, in Truro, NS, but I am in my 30's and am supposed to be taking a grade 12 math test. I have no idea what a friggin' cosign of anything is. Or I am at work and I am told that my records now are showing I really didn't pass grade 10 biology and must go study plant lifecycles or dissect a worm if I am to keep my job, feed the kids and make my mortgage payments. Or I am just ten again and am putting up with the minefield of dangers and humiliations posed by the playground scene at Kingston Elementary, ingratiating myself to the unwise bullies Zane Morse and the now long dead Pete Van Tassle.