It even topped Christmas – easily.
Here’s why: Christmas lasted one day. Sure, you got a bunch of cool toys – ideally – but the gift-opening lasted only a couple of hours. And you were probably tired of the stuff in a week or so. Then the Christmas vacation ended, and you had to go back to school. Christmas was – and is – overrated for kids.
But the last day of school – now, that’s reason to celebrate. No more boring class assignments or homework for almost three months. Party! Summer meant swimming and baseball and bike riding – day after day after day. As a kid in the 1960s and ‘70s, I had my own vision of heaven: an endless summer.
Fast forward to 2012. Now it’s my son, 12-year-old Connor, who is experiencing the joy of the end of school.
Strangely, though, he’s sort of blasé about it.
“One more day,” I told Connor earlier this week.
“Yea,” he replied nonchalantly.
What? Where’s the excitement?
“Today’s the last day!” I told him as Connor dropped him off at school Thursday.
“Yea, it is,” he said.
Actually, Connor’s casualness about school’s end is probably a positive sign. He doesn’t mind going to school. I wouldn’t say Connor loves school, but he doesn’t hate it either – like I did when I was his age.
Why I’m so excited about school’s end
So, to my surprise, I was far more excited about the end of school this year than my son.
As a single dad, the end of school means an end to the early morning fire drill. I’m talking about:
- Waking up Connor – a kid who can’t be awakened by any alarm clock.
- Making sure he gets dressed. He invariably can’t find one shoe or a belt.
- Reminding him to eat breakfast. He’s in such an early morning fog that appetite doesn’t even register.
- Fighting rush-hour traffic on our 45-minute drive to school.
- Waking up Connor again after he falls asleep in the car.
Once I finally get him out of the car and he walks through the school doors, I let out a sign of relief and feel like slumping over the steering wheel, as if I’d suffered a fatal heart attack.
School mornings – I hate them. Maybe even more than I hated going to school as a kid.
So, Connor may not be jumping for joy at the start of summer. But his dad is. I feel just like I did when I was 12 — no more school!