16 thoughts on “Photo Friday, No. 358”

  1. Do you know how at the end of summer you were kinda happy to get back to school? I never felt that way. I liked the notebooks and pencils, but classes? Ugh.

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  2. My father used to say I was a 1o o’clock scholar. Which I think has always been true. I liked my history classes and I liked my English classes that were not about grammar. I got a D in German – and this was at a time when I really was fluent and used the language at home. I like the idea of being a student and going to classes, but it just isn’t in me. The fact that I graduated high school is a small miracle. I think that to most of my teachers I must have been a great exasperation, except for my English Teacher Mrs Flynn who probably said “I don’t know what you are talking about, that Marika does great in my class.” if my name came up in the teacher’s lounge.

    The best I ever did in school was 6th grade – and that was one of those “unconventional schools” there were no classrooms or desks, there was a giant room, and each teacher had their own section, we sat at circular tables with 5 other students. I thought that was really cool. Wilson Wildcats 4 evah!

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    1. Your class reminds me of the first time I ever did well in math and really understood it. Our teacher let us break into groups and work together, helping each other solve problems and comparing answers, plus we could have conversations about anything else while we were working as long as we kept it relatively quiet in the room. It’s to her credit that I mastered fractions and was able to go on to an algebra class with another outstanding teacher. I made straight As in both those classes, and for someone without a mathematical mind, that was astonishing. Thanks to them, in all the practical ways I still need math–cooking, sewing, bookkeeping, tipping, etc., it’s still simple to me.

      Geometry or anything beyond it, on the other hand, just no.

      I excelled in any class that required writing. That served me well in higher education, where so much writing was required in papers and on tests.

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  3. Ah! Many happy times (and a few stolen kisses) I remember on that small patch of real estate. I liked it better when it was an elevated island with benches scattered about.

    I would go back to school in a heart beat if I could afford it. I would love to have a nice J.D. degree to hang on the wall. I will always wonder what might have been had grad school taken me in that direction.

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    1. And just to the left, and up a little slope, I can see a brown Pinto wagon parked. (We will not speak of the little blue Pinto and the damage I did.)

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  4. End of Summer?

    No, that’s not true! That’s impossible!

    nnnnnnnnnnNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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    1. I’m afraid it’s true. I know you snow haters dread the end of summer, but for me, fall means a break in the unbearable heat and the death of these stupid mosquitos.

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      1. I think this likely that the people who run Photo Friday are dreaming dreamy dreams of snow, ski lodges, hot chocolate and muscular ski instructors with pecs. Last week’s theme was frozen, and this week’s theme is some strange delusion of the end of summer.

        Or, maybe, there’s a conspiracy to freeze Summer into ageless, immortal plastic.

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    1. No! We go from summer to our two weeks of winter sometime in January or February, before springing back into summer!

      (I’m kidding. Mostly.)

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