Young people throughout my community went back to school today. I couldn't help but feel sympathy pains for them.
Struggling to sleep as you worried about your new teacher or teachers.
Realizing your endless summer had ended.
The nervous feeling as you waited for the bus to come, hoping it would be late so you might get one more day at home (that never happened).
The first day of school brought back a memory I hadn't thought of it years. It was the night before fourth grade. My family was living in Fairport, New York. I was the only one who had to go to school the next day cause my little brother was too young and still able to stay at home. What did I do with my last day?
I played the Atari 2600 for hours, my stomach churning as I dreaded going back to school. I still remember the game I played: Commando. My parents had given me the game for my birthday.
Check it out:
Commando was such a simple game, and it was challenging on the Atari. If you watched even a little of the above video, understand I was nowhere near as good as this player. I died in this game. A lot.
Anyway, I played the game until dinner. The awesome music with the endless drumbeat blasting across the cold concrete of the unfinished basement. No one in the house knew how much I wanted the summer to continue. I thought my world was crashing down around me.
It was a great year with a fantastic teacher--one of the best I've ever had in my academic career. My life went on, and I was delighted with my school. By the end of the first day, my fears and misery had vanished. I look back on this day with nostalgia. I didn't know how good I had it, but we never do.
So if you're reading this and you're dreading the first week of school, I promise you're going to be okay. It's going to be a great year. Just stay frosty and keep smiling.