As a child, I didn’t like summer heat, either, but I knew that after the season was over I could return to one of my favorite places in the world—school. The first day of school was the emotional pinnacle of my young life. I’d count down the days like most kids awaited the arrival of Santa Claus. It was bliss.
The fresh box of crayons that would be waiting for me at my desk … the cafeteria lunch sloppy Joe sandwiches served with tiny milk cartons. These images were enticing. In fact, to this day, whenever I see a tiny milk carton, a warm contentment washes over me. I get the same feeling when I see Hugh Jackman in a movie—preferably when he’s not wearing a shirt.
While I hear hundreds of children grumbling across the Patterson area, I’m personally thrilled to report that schools are in session once again. If you are having a hard time believing that it could possibly be time for school to begin already, the signs are really impossible to miss. For example, the other day, I saw a school bus down the road. With the waves of heat rising from the pavement, the school bus looked like a mirage in the distance—and I had to blink twice to make sure it was real. But, thankfully, it was! (Again, kids, stop with the grumbling.)
Anyway, that same day, I went to a store and saw two rows of back-to-school supplies lined up by the door—with cheery yellow signs that drew me in like an electromagnet.
With a zing of excitement racing down my spine, I bought a whole pile of school supplies that I didn’t even need. It was great.
As the summer comes to a close, I hope you also find something to bring you joy.
If you’re anything like me, a fresh set of markers might do the trick.
Elizabette Guecamburu, volunteer columnist for the Irrigator, is a writer and a native Patterson resident. She can be reached at email@example.com.