August 24, 1979, Neenah-Menasha Daily Northwestern
I think we all want to remember our school days like this- the thrill of new clothes or uniforms and unspoiled school supplies, pristine notebooks and papers, freshly minted pencils and Bic pens. We basked in the promise of a new school year- making new friends, getting reacquainted with old ones, new teachers to feel anxious about, fresh challenges to face. It was all a jumble, a mixed bag, rife with intoxicating joys, yet filled with the inevitable mind-numbing labors and tedious exercises. The exhilaration we enjoyed just a few short months before at the dawn of summer, sadly revealed its ugly counterpart come late August/early September. It remained for us to learn how to separate the wheat from the chaff, life's lessons with a capital "L." Our school days prepared us for the workaday world ahead, fresh uniforms or not.
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