So I remember the days where I couldnt wait until the end of summer. You would beg your mom to death to go “Back-to-School” shopping. You would storm into the JCPenny to get the latest JNCO jeans, but your mom had to always approve so they couldnt be too baggy or outlandish. My family made sure I had some of the best threads I could. I never had Tommy Hilfiger, I never had me any Nike shoes for 100 bucks. We would make one trip to Payless every 6 months until I was in High School. Then my love for white sneakers started. K*Swiss was my shizzle nizzle.
I would want the largest selection of G2 pens and some of the coolest locker accessories so that out of the 4 minutes between classes, I would get a few compliments on the first day. “Oh Matt, that mirror/message center/Sony Discman holder is AWESOME!”.
Then there was a point where we never wanted summer to end. The last two years of high school would be a safe bet on that. When we could all drive, and socialize without being dependant on our parents. I even had a job and made my own money so I was feeling like a near “Adult” by that time. Whats funny is then when I wanted to fight for my freedom and claim for my adulthood, I thought it was the best thing for me to do. Now, when I am on my own and I need help….every single time I wanted to be an adult, I am reminded by one of my parents hanging up the phone. tee hee.
Now you see all the malls getting super busy and sales are happening left and right. Parents are welcoming the day that their kids are out of their hands for 8 hours a day. Fathers will get to go to their son’s football games now under the friday night lights. Mom will get to see her girls play in the band together. Grandfather will finally get to see his pride and joy graduate from the stage of his old Alma Mater. And a struggling child, who never recieved love, appreciation, and support from his family will finally do something no one in his lineage has ever done. Its a magical moment.
The end of summer is the begining of school. The end of summer is the begining of the american education system. The end of summer is the single most hated and saught after non-calender holiday in our society. But if it wasnt for the end of summer…we would never move forward.
And I for one enjoy Thanksgiving dinner too much to have summer all year round.