Today is the first day of school. Mothers and teachers, students and bus drivers, and janitors are all going to partake of the ritual of excitement along with the determination to make this year the best.
Mothers thinking that they will take more time to make sure interesting and healthy lunches are packed , supplies bought and marked, and the budget for new clothes intact and used with care.
Teachers striving to choose the best practices in dealing with curriculum and behavior.
Students vowing to themselves to study more, make more friends, and make at least ONE team over the school year.
Bus drivers hoping to set the right mood for safety and happy times for their charges to and from their homes and places of education.
Janitors working hard to polish floors , dust classrooms, and clean windows all for the purpose of providing a healthy and clean environment for society's up and coming citizens.
In our house one of the things that somehow became a must became the annual 'after the 1st day of school tea' complete with china tea cups, personal tea pots, fancy teas, flowers on the table, snacks of sliced cheese, meat, and crackers, raw veggie plate along with cream filled doughnuts. Music was turned on the CD player.
The discussion would be about who got which teacher, class schedules, new kids in school, who had moved away and if there were any new kids on the bus.
As each of the four children graduated and left home there were fewer and fewer people around the tea table until at last there was only one left to catch that first day of school school bus. I had thought of perhaps asking someone over to fill a space at the table as it seemed that it would be rather a dull sad gathering with just the two of us trying to be gay and decadent in the silence of lonesomeness.
Someone else apparently had been thinking of that particular tea time as well, as one of the older siblings managed to make it home, unannounced, from her university class that day right on time for the very last of this household's First Day After School Tea Time.
It was nice.
First there were four....
Then there were three.
and then two...
....and then there was one-- except for the owner of the hand at the end of the table. ;)
Mothers thinking that they will take more time to make sure interesting and healthy lunches are packed , supplies bought and marked, and the budget for new clothes intact and used with care.
Teachers striving to choose the best practices in dealing with curriculum and behavior.
Students vowing to themselves to study more, make more friends, and make at least ONE team over the school year.
Bus drivers hoping to set the right mood for safety and happy times for their charges to and from their homes and places of education.
Janitors working hard to polish floors , dust classrooms, and clean windows all for the purpose of providing a healthy and clean environment for society's up and coming citizens.
In our house one of the things that somehow became a must became the annual 'after the 1st day of school tea' complete with china tea cups, personal tea pots, fancy teas, flowers on the table, snacks of sliced cheese, meat, and crackers, raw veggie plate along with cream filled doughnuts. Music was turned on the CD player.
The discussion would be about who got which teacher, class schedules, new kids in school, who had moved away and if there were any new kids on the bus.
As each of the four children graduated and left home there were fewer and fewer people around the tea table until at last there was only one left to catch that first day of school school bus. I had thought of perhaps asking someone over to fill a space at the table as it seemed that it would be rather a dull sad gathering with just the two of us trying to be gay and decadent in the silence of lonesomeness.
Someone else apparently had been thinking of that particular tea time as well, as one of the older siblings managed to make it home, unannounced, from her university class that day right on time for the very last of this household's First Day After School Tea Time.
It was nice.
First there were four....
Then there were three.
and then two...
....and then there was one-- except for the owner of the hand at the end of the table. ;)
Note: the teapots
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