The crack and shine of opening a new textbook.
The feeling of too warm to wear a t-shirt under my shirt in the afternoon and too cold in the morning not to wear one.
The sparkling new desk on the first day of class.
Standing single-file in a crowded line carrying a tray in the cafeteria.
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Well articulated and nicely penned with clarity of thought and mind. A beautiful reflection elegantly brought forth with conviction. Thanks for sharing, Jon.
Some of your memories are the same as mine, some very different. I never got spanked as a student, and in 40 years as a teacher, never spanked anyone. Thanks for the memories, and welcome to Poem Hunter!