It's official! School is back in session. I felt it on my ride to work today. It took an extra ten minutes and the sighting of several frazzled parents who forget they have children in the car when they cut me off. (To the lady with the 80s bangs and tapered jeans who pulled out in front of me on Moody St. in Waltham today, you're welcome! But don't flip people off when they let you go, ok?)
I loved this time of year when I was a kid. I loved school. I loved textbooks, notebooks, pens, folders, binders, anything really that would be considered a school supply. I remember covering my textbooks with Market Basket bags, and writing the class name on it in big, black, permanent marker, than gradually adding doodles and names of my favorite bands to them. Call me a geek, but I loved taking copious notes, studying for tests, answering questions in class, and making my friends laugh at my stories. Most of all, though, I remember how AWESOME my wardrobe was. You see, even as a child, I was a clothes whore and label hound. If it didn't say Z. Cavaricci, IOU, Skidz, Girbaud, or Adidas on it, I didn't wear it (until I was a junior, when I found the Gap and thought bright oranges and yellows looked good one me). I was fashion forward, and always tried to look good. You can imagine how disappointed I was when I wasn't named best dressed, but instead, most talkative, as a senior. Even though I was all about my appearance, it ate me up that I couldn't be "the real me" when I was in high school.
As I grow older, there are some habits that never die. I still love my clothes, though I am learning that I don't always need a new pair of Hudsons when I see them. I still love to take copious notes in meetings at work (it helps me cover my bases). And I love making my friends laugh with my stories.
I have felt a little nostalgic today, thinking about my Junior year in high school. I remember driving all over the place, cranking up my stereo and having a good time. It was the beginning of the me I was to become, and I loved it. With that being said, I remember listening to tape loudly and being mocked for not listening to the popular stuff. I love this song. It made me want to pack up, go to college, and find my flock. Enjoy!
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