Back to School

Back to school. Back to school, to prove to Dad that I’m not a fool. I got my lunch packed up, my boots tied tight, I hope I don’t get in a fight. Ohhhh, back to school. Back to school. Back to school. Well, here goes nothing.

For those of you who don’t know, that was a quote from Adam Sandler’s 1995 cult-classic movie Billy Madison, in which was movie about an adult, who had to go back to grade school in order to inherit his father’s hotel business and prove to his father he wasn’t completely lazy and useless.

Though, the movie is totally unrealistic, is makes me wonder, what if I had to do it all over again as an adult.

Growing up, this time of year was as depressing as it was fun.

On one hand, I had this sense that all of my freedom was gone. No more pool time. No riding my bike all over the suburb. No more waking up whenever I wanted to. No more video games until 3 a.m. (my parents had rules.)

On the other hand, I missed a lot of my friends at school by the time summer ended and was looking forward to meeting new friends.

I was always curious as to who my new teachers would be and looked forward to my favorite courses, like physical education, science and the various elective classes I could take.

I looked forward to hitting the weight room after school three times during the week and enjoyed going to school sporting events with my friends.

This was also the time where we would go to Footlocker to pick out new kicks and hit up the mall for new clothes for the school year.

I remember the feeling of coming to high school as a freshmen and being the youngest of students looking up.

I remember times where I had to stand up to kids because they wanted to poke fun at me or other students.

Most of the time it was all in good fun, but there is a line. Students of Phillips County if you are being terrorized by other students, let someone know. Don’t be a hero.

To those turds, who poke fun at kids because you think they are lesser than you, get a life and a grip. Don’t be a tool.

Kids please look out for each other, because that kid next to you is your family and one day you might need each other.

Enough pep talk.

It was good to see teachers in the halls of Malta High, though I’m pretty sure everyone was jacked up on Mountain Dew.

The energy there was electric and I can see that every teacher there cared about what they do.

I’ve only met a few of the newest teachers around Phillips County, and realized not everyone will put in 25 years here, but they looked eager to teach as well as learn. That was encouraging.

I am loving the student to teacher ratio for all of the schools in Phillips County, I can honestly say I wish I had the same ratio. Take advantage students.

Ok, now I’m just rambling... Play Ball.