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Tomorrow morning, my daughter Jessie will start her first day of kindergarten,Latest Trends in Wholesale gucci handbags, Wallets and more‎. meaning that three of the four Martin girls will now be in school.

My youngest, Charlotte, is gloating.Find a great selection of christian louboutin boots deals ! Click on any of the links below. She gets one more year of freedom before signing on to that drudgery.

Strangely, though, my oldest three girls don't see school as a burden. They're all very excited about it. Even Annie, who is starting at a new school this year, is keen to get started and make new friends. My oldest, Izzy, is starting middle school this year, and feels terribly grown-up. She gets a locker, and has already visited said locker and put a mirror in it. One must primp and preen in middle school, after all.

Anyway, my point is that I'm happily flabbergasted at the level of excitement of three of my daughters about starting a new school year.

When I was young, I was always of two minds about summer vacation ending. On one hand, I was excited to go back to school. My mom would take my brother and me to buy school supplies, which I viewed with open-mouthed awe. What great things would I write with these pencils? What fantastic mathematical uses would I find for this protractor? What amazing things would go into this Trapper Keeper? How many of my new friends would enjoy these two boxes of Kleenex I'm required to provide?

And then there were the clothes. Every year meant a few pairs of very stiff blue jeans and new shoes. Everyone always got new shoes over the summer. The shoes from last year had been outgrown, and the flip-flops worn all summer - leaving you with that Y-shaped tan-line on your feet - were entirely inappropriate for school.

I remember an August morning, years ago, standing around with some friends of mine, each of us pointing at each other's feet. "New shoes?"

Of course they were new. We all had brilliantly white shoes that would only stay that brilliant white until around lunchtime, when a game of tag in the grass would start the de-whitening process that would only end when your formerly white shoes would entirely turn a sickly brown and green.

It was a thrill to see your school chums after three months. Who had grown? Who was now sporting a wispy mustache? Who had the coolest Trapper Keeper? (Spoiler: It was always Matt.)

So it was exciting to be going back to school. But then, there was school itself.

I have to admit, I was never that fond of school. Which is odd, because I've been to a lot of school. College, then post-graduate. I couldn't get away from school for the longest time. I like knowing things, I just didn't care for school itself. Nothing personal, school. And nothing personal, teachers. (My mom was a high-school teacher for 30-plus years, so I would never bad-mouth any teacher I've had. Especially my mom, since she was my teacher twice during high school. I hope that none of you will never know the humiliation of being caught goofing off in your parent's classroom, and hearing them call you by your full name.)

School was never that bad, mind you. It was just something I didn't enjoy doing a whole heck of a lot. When I transitioned from half-day kindergarten to first grade, I loudly complained to my mom that I didn't understand why I had to be at school for a WHOLE DAY!

When I was very young,Welcome to Replica Louis Vuitton outlet online store and buy latest replica louis vuitton handbags together with free shipping and best service. the teachers were very nice, and they tried to mutate that first-day-of-school excitement into enthusiasm about the school year. "This year, you're going to learn how to read and write!"

As school years went by, the teachers become much more brusque. "You'd better know how to read and write, because this year, you'll be writing a 10-page paper and giving three presentations to your classmates that will become fodder for nightmares years later as you dream about giving these presentations clad only in your underwear."

Then the first day of college classes: "Look to your right. Now, look to your left. One of those people will not be here at the end of the year."

That was never me, though. It was always the guy to my left. And usually, he wasn't there because he had moved to the back of the class to escape my constant jibber-jabber. (I don't talk to people on my right,Find a great selection of Michael Kors Satchel Bags 2013 New Arrival at hotmkbags! apparently.welcome to replica jewelry web,Free shipping‎!)

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