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MasterNYS 65M
1927 posts
9/1/2014 8:32 am
Labor Day


If you ever spent any time growing up in the Northeast, then you knew that the arrival of Labor day meant two things: the "unofficial" end of summer and that final, sacred day or two before the start of school.

By the end of Labor Day, you had mentally "reviewed" your summer and had come to realize that you had blinked twice and that the summer had gone "poof!!"

And then, slowly, the terror creeped back in you. Books. Homework. New schedules. Cafeteria. Gina Byrnes. Argggg!

You quickly ran to the calendar, pulled it close for inspection, counted, sighed, then recounted in the hope you were wrong!

"I WON'T MAKE IT!!!"

You realized it was weeks before there was a teacher's conference and ::shiver:: over two MONTHS before you had a few days off!!!

To think: that was Our biggest crisis back then! What I wouldn't do now to make them all seem like that now




kittykitty1260 63F
15748 posts
9/1/2014 9:02 am

we actually just to look to see when Rash Hashanah & Yom Kippur fell (we aren't Jewish) but looked forward to those days off. Usually in the first few days/weeks of school. Columbus Day was way to for off for hope..

“Who says life is fair, where is that written?”
― William Goldman, The Princess Bride


MasterNYS 65M
1536 posts
9/1/2014 7:46 pm

    Quoting kittykitty1260:
    we actually just to look to see when Rash Hashanah & Yom Kippur fell (we aren't Jewish) but looked forward to those days off. Usually in the first few days/weeks of school. Columbus Day was way to for off for hope..
Meow meow, it was yet another reason why I asked My Mom one day if We could convert, at least on paper. I was even logical about it: I told her we got all the Jewish Days off (sadly I also attended Catholic school for a time) and I was willing to agree to 4 days of gifts instead of the standard 8 days of Hannukah. After Mom threw her shoe at Me, I suspected the answer from the Rosary Society member was a no



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