Back to school.

Find me a phrase that drives up emotions in you like this one does, go on, have a try.

Then add in that you are young, with those said emotions.

A backpack, new shoes, and a dread so deep that it still wakes you up twenty years or so later in a cold sweat and a racing heart.

Now we are talking the stuff of nightmares. But then we realise, it was all a dream and we laugh at how it used to be. The relief is wonderful.

I don’t have to go to school any more!

And then we drop our own children off as the leaves gather colour.

I see you brave ones who hate school. Draw pictures in every exercise book. Day dream in maths lessons of better days. Draw on your arms in biro, draw on your rulers, on your rubbers, (stick holes in it too). Draw of robots and lasers, draw that evil student that hates you with a big asteroid plummeting towards them. Draw that teacher that shouted at you in the classroom being chased by a hungry minotaur. Draw of superheroes and villains and gather stories that make you snort aloud in the middle of French because it contained farting noises (and something awful in the dinner queue with a cheese and onion sandwich).

Draw it all and hold fast.

Posted on September 7, 2022, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. All your words are in that illustration.

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  2. Even better, my kids don’t go to school anymore. No more worries about school, just grown-up concerns now.

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