I was inspired to reminisce on my autumns by Niki’s article. It all came back to me as I was reading it.
Autumns feel different as you grow up.
I have such fond memories about autumn. Autumn meant going to school and I loved school. In fact, I loved school so much I would often find myself dreaming of how it would be to remain a student my whole life. I’m there, alright…living the dream.
We couldn’t afford buying stuff, most of my clothes were from charities, but buying school supplies was a must, so I was so excited to make a list, to go shopping and to label all my notebooks.
School was a safe place for me. I couldn’t do much about my situation at home, but school was my territory. I could be anything I wanted to be.
I had to walk to school, about 30 minutes, the sound of the fallen leaves is so vivid in my mind and the smell of the rain…just me and my dreams walking to school.
When I went to college I was faced with having to cook. I am such a good cook. I didn’t know that then, I was just experimenting, but when I started to cook I would put on jazz and it all felt so glamorous, even though I was just as poor. The food was good, the company was great…happy days.
Autumns are different though when you’re the teacher. Now I have to make the autumns memorable for my students.
So my autumn means new resources and new projects to get the kids excited, planning the Christmas Recital, crafting all sorts of presents, apple pie, mulled wine and quattro formaggi based meals and, I’m afraid, even more jazz.