School Daze
2007 09 04
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Tuesday after Labour Day makes me think of school; a new pair of Mary Jane shoes, that hill down to the school's playground, and rafts of exercise books plunked without ceremony down the middle of aisles at Canadian Tire. It smells like newly sharpened pencils, autumn, and chalk erasers. As glad as I am for adulthood, I still miss those days sometimes. Still miss feeling so grown-up because I could walk all the way by myself. Although, there was that one time I went to school without my glasses on. No idea how I managed that, being blind and all.