For me, school is indeed out forever. But philosophically speaking, not so much, because the world is a schoolroom if I let it be.
Nonetheless, teacher strikes and other issues notwithstanding, here in the States most children are back in school. So I’ve been ruminating on and writing about school days: mine and those of the kidlets.
I also noticed that the good people of SMITH magazine and Six Words are tripping down the halls of recollection. Through Friday, 12 September, they are harvesting your memories of academic successes and failures in their back-to-school Six Contest.
Perhaps you’ll consider taking part over there.
Here are some of mine. (And here are some not school-related sixers from Dr. Joe in Dublin. A tip of my writerly cap to this scientist writer!)
Six-word stories on back-to-school (and all things school, really):
Nimbus of curls hovers, then evaporates.
Son rising: Doe-eyed daredevil outclimbs himself.
Trust me, I’m no good at math.
Shyness 101: Feigned illness, skipped graduation.
Kindling at home, school; youth combusts.
Hot teacher motivated my good grades.
Sprinting from self, running on teams.
Abandon hope: Moving during high school.
The words shall set you free.
And now for what some would consider very dark humour (this is the ‘cleaner’ of the two memorable “Rowan Atkinson Live” sketches, usually called “Fatal Beatings”)! Hope you enjoy . . .