Adam Sandler's interesting rendition brings back memories of back to school seasons past. Catching up on summer vacation details with friends was usually the highlight. Watching the neighborhood bully torture his victims who had come out of hibernation, only by force, was also entertaining. When sunburns began to fade into freckles and hot summer afternoons became occupied by 2-a-day football practices I knew it was always time to return to class.
Things have changed a bit. My seemingly attached to my ear cell phone keeps me aware of what my close friends are up to most of the time and there aren't many bullies chasing the four eyed computer nerds around the non-existent bus stop anymore. A new football season hasn't arrived for me in five years now and well, I've grown wise enough to remember sun block at this point.
These days back to school just means a lot less free time, a lot more caffeine, and of course an increased amount of slavery to the oil companies and book publishers. Like many students my age, I commute to school while juggling a job, a family, and various other commitments that people tell me are for my own good. I don't even have time to stop and think about what I need to get accomplished on a daily basis. I never thought I'd say this but, thank God for planners!
In his song, Billy speaks of his preparation and anticipation for school. Me, I didn't give it a thought until the $6,000 bill and accompanying student loan form showed up in my mailbox. My grandpa used to count down the last days of summer. I saw him most every day but he would call if we happened to miss each other. I didn't appreciate it at the time, but looking back, it served as a friendly reminder. Now he's gone, and so are the "start going to bed earlier" warnings he brought to the table. I sure wish I had a welcome back that was a little bit more pleasant than the earth shattering scream of my alarm clock.
...Also I'm jealous of Billy's lunch box.
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