Maybe I'm corny in the 6 year-old in a 26 year-old's body sense, but I love the first day of school. There's something special about it. A buzz in the air. All new paper and supplies. The actual moment of first walking into class is like Christmas...it's like coming downstairs to see all your presents, except in the academic sense, your "presents" are your fellow students taking the class with you this semester. What will Santa bring me this year, Mommy?
And so, I'm off to what may could be my last-first day of school ever. Most likely I'll take one more class in the spring semester (which will certainly be it) but Spring semester first classes are not exactly the same as Fall, with that buzz that reminds me of waiting for the school bus in a warm Norwalk morning, bright white new sneakers, fresh haircut, belly full of a special breakfast my dad made for the occasion (most likely Egg McMuffins, scrabbled eggs with bacon/ham/Kielbasa, or Entenmann's Raspberry Danish Twist) thinking the possibilities of what the next year would bring, new friends I'd see, and excitement there'd be. And in a slightly different way, I'll get to capture this again, today, for at least one more time.
I'll miss this when it's gone.
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