That Desk, January 18, 2013 Daily Reflection

That wooden desk

I sat there upon that wooden desk for hours, days, weeks, months and years of my life. Sometimes I would squirm. Other times I was holding my head up to stay awake, once in awhile I was ready to jump out of that seat with excitement. I sat on my hands and slumped down so low so the teacher would not call on me to answer that difficult math problem. I wrote my first poem in 3rd grade upon the face of that desk. My tears fell upon that desk when a boy asked me in the first grade “Why did you get your hair cut like a boy? You look like a boy now, you know.” I listened at that desk, wrote notes to friends and wrote initials of the boy I had a crush on.

The days are long but the years fly by.

Now my children sit in that desk. They hear the lessons; experience the boredom and sometimes the wonder of their own education. They are now living through friendships, crushes, and insults at that desk. They ask “Do I have to go to school?” when the teacher is boring. They tell me with laughter about the teachers who are funny and filled with life. They sit within the same walls I sat within and they learn how to learn as I did so many years ago. Some days creep and crawl as they follow the black hands of the school clock. While other days fly by with laughter and enthusiastic discoveries.

The days are long but the years fly by.

One day my children’s children will in that same seat and so it will continue…

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