I have always considered September the start of a new year. Traditionally, January 1st is the beginning of the new calendar year but for me, the fall signifies a new beginning of sorts. I suppose that since children start back to school this time of year, it is the beginning of a new grade, a new classroom, new clothes and shoes (hopefully!) and the beginning of new goals. This time of year, has me reflecting on my own school days and how a large part of those days consisted of exchanging letters with my best friend, Krista, and then later on with my boyfriend.
|Krista and I on her wedding day~ May 2010|
In a previous post, I wrote about some of the love letters I received in my life and in particular the ones from my first serious boyfriend who I started dating the summer of 1987. As I was reading through those letters in preparation for that particular post, I realized that he and I also exchanged letters almost daily when we met up at school. He did travel on the same bus most of the time but sometimes, if he or I missed one bus in particular, we wouldn't see each other until we got to school. Then we would promptly exchange letters and read them in our separate classes. It was the only way to 'stay connected' until you met up again during the breaks.
Honestly, I don't get the whole texting thing and this is partially due to the fact that I don't know how to text nor do I intend on learning. I understand that a lot of parents my age have been forced to learn how to text as it is their only means of staying in constant contact with their kids at any given hour. I find it extremely aggravating to have a conversation with someone (usually this someone is under the age of 18) while competing with the constant buzzing of their blackberry notifying them that someone has sent a text. One day I was chatting (in person not on MSN) with a friend's teenage daughter and she was constantly being buzzed. I could tell she was trying to appear intrigued by our conversation but I knew she was dying to check her phone to see who was sending her a text. Our conversation was interrupted regularly by her glancing downward and announcing, "Oh, it's just my boyfriend" followed by, "Oh, it's just him again" followed by, "He's so cute. It's him again." Finally, I had to say that had my boyfriend been calling me or dropping off letters as often as she was receiving texts, my father would have had a restraining order against him for stalking.
Okay, I am starting to go off track here.
With summer coming to an end and autumn gradually moving in to take its' place, I am thinking about the months to come and where I am going with this revolution. There is a field trip planned for the week after Labour Day weekend which includes a wonderful give-away! Stayed tuned for that!