NORMAN — Being someone without children, it’s always hard to remember the end of the school year. It seems that the only way it impacts my life is now I get honked at by the car behind me because I forgot it’s not a school zone at the moment. A good problem to have, I suppose.
As a child, I always remember summer break was fun for about two weeks. Then we were bored and reminded my mother of it every half hour. Not the quality time I imagine she expected of her children.
There were trips to the library to fill in the gaps, and there were surprise adventures to get ice cream.
When the Highlights magazine came in the mail, you would have thought it was Christmas. I never could pace myself when it came to solving all the puzzles and reading all the stories. Usually within the hour of its arrival, that magazine was old news.
In college, summer was always a chance to get a part-time job and spend the hours ringing up items at the local store. I’ll tell you something now, everyone should have to spend at least one summer of their life working retail. It will make you look at the experience a lot differently.
And, trust me, us cashiers are not judging you based on your items. The chances that we even notice your items are very slim.
One of the worst parts about summer, for me, was having to say goodbye to my friends for three months and that year’s teacher. Well, most teachers.
Mrs. Spencer cut her teaching teeth on my fifth-grade class. Fresh out of college, I don’t even know if the ink had dried on her teaching certificate before she rolled into my elementary school. I remember my mom being worried that a young teacher wouldn’t be able to handle us rowdy country school kids, but she was wrong.