Treasure time in school before it's gone

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By Bryan Marshall

The restless night of sleep the night before.

The nervous butterflies in my stomach.

The dread of getting up before the sun.

No matter what year it was, those feelings always seemed to go through me when it was time to go back to school.

I did not hate school.

In fact, I liked it quite a bit.

I think it was that sense of the unknown, not knowing what the teachers would be like, who would be in your classes and if you would survive another year.

I remember always going out with my mom and picking out some new clothes to start off the year.

For most of my educational career I did not care what I wore most days.

By the time I entered college, whatever T-shirt and jeans I rolled out of bed wearing was the attire for the day.

But, once in high school, I remember always wanting the shoes that were “in” that year.

Usually, it was Nike Air Jordans that cost more than $100.

That wasn’t flying with my parents.

It wasn’t funny at the time, but now it is hysterical how they tried to trick me by buying generic brand shoes that resembled the expensive pair I wanted.

Did they think that I wouldn’t notice that the Hoops shoes had a backward swoosh logo on them?

I always carefully counted the number of stripes when I got Adidas shoes to make sure they were the real thing.

All of the material things at such a young age seems ridiculous now when you are worrying about a mortgage, child care and putting food on your family’s table.

I understand my parents a lot more now.

With students returning to class recently, I’ve been thinking more and more about my days as a student.

My son recently turned 2 and we’re going through the nightmare of potty training.

It seems like yesterday we were bringing him home from the hospital.

Now, it won’t be long before he starts preschool and kindergarten.

That notion is exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time.

I definitely have some regrets as I look back at school.

I played soccer from sixth grade until I graduated.

That was the extent of my extracurricular activities.

I would have loved to join some clubs, possibly play basketball and been more involved with class activities.

Being involved in the school newspaper would have given me a leg up as I went on my journey into journalism as well.

I think not taking advantage of the opportunities available to me probably cost me a lot of friendships that I never had a chance to make.

That makes me sad when I think about it.

I guess my message to students as they start their school year is to cherish this time.

The first day of the year may have just happened, but it will be the final day of the year before you know it.

In a blink of an eye, you will be walking down the aisle in a cap and gown to receive a diploma that will propel you into the next stage of your life.

You may be happy to be done, but I promise you some day you will look back on those fleeting moments and wish you had them back.

You won’t be able to.

Have a good year, be safe and don’t let time pass you by.

(Bryan Marshall is the staff writer for the Grant County News. He can be reached at 824-3343 or by e-mail at bmarshall@grantky.com.)