tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338415997021913227.post3542980680528217535..comments2014-10-24T13:48:14.805-04:00Comments on A Spacious Place: Last Day of SchoolJennifer Crosswhitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18299983734366151646noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338415997021913227.post-21859520637871758272006-06-12T15:36:00.000-04:002006-06-12T15:36:00.000-04:00The only last day of school I remember from my own...The only last day of school I remember from my own elementary career is second grade--and not for a good reason. <br><br>My mom had bought my sister and me matching outfits. Cute little shorts and tops. My sister was to start school the next fall so we thought I should take her along so she could see what it was like. We were also going to leave for vacation immediately after. <br><br>The first diasater came when I got there a little late (maybe even a lot late as I think about it), baby sister in tow. Then I got all sorts of snickers and "oh-oh"'s because we were wearing shorts. Since I've already admitted my age on my blog I can tell you this was 1964 (I'd already had that deep discussion with my classmates about how cute Paul was and seeing the Beatles on Ed Sullivan.) Shorts in school were a no-no. But it was the last day and I could almost hear my mom saying "So what are they going to do about it, huh?" The outfits were cute, for 1964, and she wasn't about to dress us both in skirts and then have us change before we left town. <br><br>I don't think we were there very long, just long enough for my teacher (a first year teacher--Mrs. Hamilton--so young and pretty) to introduce us to her identical twin and pass out the report cards. But after all these years, I still can hear classmates going, "Oooo, you're gonna get in trouble!" Some things never change. I'm still getting into trouble at school--my principal calls me Trouble-maker:-)<br><br>Abundant blessings!Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00282306699437598730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338415997021913227.post-42291506091140362122006-06-08T01:12:00.000-04:002006-06-08T01:12:00.000-04:00Aww, nice post, girl. Sorry to hear about your Mac...Aww, nice post, girl. Sorry to hear about your Mac. :-( That's just sad. Hope you get it back soon, with a brain transplant. :-)Dineen A. Millerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08560463944362266736noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338415997021913227.post-56390441301263842732006-06-05T01:03:00.000-04:002006-06-05T01:03:00.000-04:00I remember few of my last days of school. The one ...I remember few of my last days of school. The one that stands out is kindergarten, because I had to walk home and my crayons kept falling off the top of my pile.<br><br>How exciting for you to homeschool your daughter next year! It's great that you're starting while she's young, I wish I had been able to do that. Now we're on the opposite end, and next year we're sending my daughter to public high school. **GASP**GeorgianaDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08148430180111786272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338415997021913227.post-44454910604321185522006-06-04T21:35:00.000-04:002006-06-04T21:35:00.000-04:00You know, I've noticed that I'm becoming m...You know, I've noticed that I'm becoming more and more sensitive as I get older. I never used to cry, and now I cry at the drop of a hat--usually in movies or while reading books. It's totally age!<br><br>I guess it's good. I'd hate to be hardhearted in old age. I know of friends whose parents are just crabby and unpleasant in their senility, while others are happy. I want to be a happy old person, and not a grump.<br><br>Sorry about your computer woes! I can relate, I have a 10-year old Dell laptop that has seizures every so often.<br><br>CamyCamy Tanghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14577747925320907186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-338415997021913227.post-7980354514413771972006-06-03T23:04:00.000-04:002006-06-03T23:04:00.000-04:00I'm one of those sappy people who can hardly t...I'm one of those sappy people who can hardly take saying goodbye to someone I care about. <br><br>I had a best friend move away a few years ago and it nearly did me in. Now I have a new friend that will most likely move this year and I'm very sad. Sniff Sniff. So I can totally relate to your soft-hearted daughter. =)<br><br>Now school...that was another story. LOLSabrina L. Foxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13954098747496339033noreply@blogger.com