The smell of a brand new box of crayons. The squeak of new shoes. The rustle of new back packs and lunch boxes. The chatter of old friends seeing each other after a summer break. Crumpled tissues from the moms who are sending their baby to their first day of preschool/kindergarten/middle school/high school/college. It is back to school time.
I loved school. That is part of the reason I became a teacher. The first day of school is so exciting. I have been listening to my friends as they prepare their classrooms for a new group of students. It has made me melancholy.