There's something special about the start of school. I don't know if it's the fumes from the new Crayolas or the adventure of the unknown but this time of year is always good for me.
There have only been a few falls since 1975 that I haven't been going back to school --- elementary, junior high, high school, college, graduate school, teaching, seminary. When the buses start rolling and the crossing guards appear on the corners something in me wants to go with them.
Well, not exactly with them; I have no desire to relive my childhood or write more term papers. But, I do feel the call of the classroom, either as student or teacher.
This year I'll have to resist it again. Perhaps I'll settle for a fresh box of Crayolas.
Thanks for reading,
Jeff
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