My non-first day of school

Today was the first first day of school that I didn’t go to school (and attend class) since 1987.  It felt a little funny, and as thankful as I am to not have homework to work on right now, I still miss it.  I love the excitement of the first day and the mysterious prospect of all of the wonderful things you will learn in the months ahead.

However, the more I think about it, the more I realize that I do have a lot to look forward to in the months ahead.  In fact, it’s probably more mysterious than school ever was.  For the rest of my life, there is no syllabus.  There is no set calendar, no midterm with a date for which I should prepare myself, and no office hours for when I need clarification.

Maybe that’s the scary part…I know how to work the school system.  The life thing, however, is a different ball game entirely.  The learning curve here is steep, and life doesn’t scaffold instruction so that it is easier to learn. 

Thankfully, I’m not alone.  That’s the only thing that makes this non-first day of school good.  I know I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing here, and that I’m not alone.  I’m sure it will continue to be a little crazy, and that I will be unsure of what to do a lot.  But that’s why it’s called (in old youth camp terms) “The Great Adventure,” right?

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4 thoughts on “My non-first day of school

  1. There is always a syllabus; its just called a day planner or calendar or some such nonsense. Life without school is great. You get to try out all that stuff they taught you and see what’s applicable to your life. Remember statistics? I hated it! Struggled big time. Felt soooo dumb. In “real” life, I use it all the time. Its like breathing. The Great Adventure, huh?! Make it memorable and enjoy!

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