When the student is ready, the master appears.
HANK: Sigh. With September approaching, and Labor Day, for heaven's sake., I keep thinking I should be out buying new notebooks (after finding out via Linda Katzenberger whether this year the cool ones are spiral bound with three rings, or five rings, or separate folders)
and new penny loafers (after finding out from Sue Marling whether they're supposed to be shiny and with a penny in the slot, or scuffy and with no penny.).
Linda Barnes described this week how she sent her son off to college--another turning point at summer's end.
I remember my first day as a freshman in High School. I was so excited. Here's a picture of me--but this might have the next year. Hard to tell. Post-Vidal Sassoon, obviously, anyway.
I really wanted to wear my new black and white hound's-tooth wool skirt, and my new red crewneck sweater with a white oxford underneath. It was a great outfit.My Momn said I couldn't wear it--with the absurd reason that it was 90 degrees outside. (Indiana in September.)
I insisted. It was my new school outfit, and this was my new school. I was going to wear it, come hell or high water.
What came, was something else. The alarm went off Tuesday morning. But then, I heard another weird sound. My cat, Mrs. Purdy, chose that moment to give birth to kittens. In my closet!
No, that wasn't foreshadowing. It was weird and goopy in there, but my skirt was fine. (The kittens were fine, too. F Scott and Zelda. Another story.)
But I didn't remember to brush my teeth until after I got dressed. And my red sweater soon had
a big slash of white Crest dribbled down the front.
I changed clothes. Mom wins again.
Your first day of high school? College? Can you remember?