What’s your strongest memory of the last day of school?
Mine happened when I was 9 or 10, and it was one of those quiet cloudy days – a grey cloudy sky, just biding its time with the promise of rain for later, no bright colourful sunshine, just warm and still and oppressive. One of those lost “nothing” days.
I can picture it as clearly as if it was yesterday: school was out for the summer, we’d all run home excitedly screaming our celebration and joy — and after dumping my old notebooks and downing a cold glass of lemonade, I wandered outside to play with the neighbourhood kids.
But on that very still cloudy day, I felt empty inside, and I distinctly remember thinking – “Now What?”
It struck me to the core, that unexpected let-down feeling: no exciting summer trip to pack for, no party to go to, no special activity planned – just school’s out, my classmate’s have all gone away, nothing’s happening…. and…. Now what?
So tomorrow, I wonder how many of our kids will go home from school on their very last day, and wander around feeling empty inside, and asking themselves,
I hope somebody answers them!