First day of school

Copycat poussy as someone would say:)
Yes, that's a bit true... because my sister wrote about this in her latest post... Because today it's the 1st of October... And on the 1st of October the Universities start their year.... But I'm not a copycat... And my sister wrote a bit about the 1st of October, mom and her first day of school (which, by the way, was the 15th of September).
She missed the first day of school today although mom called her early in the morning to rush to school:) I remember the week before the school started was really good. We would always go shopping (my mother and I). And we would buy a nice school-bag (maybe once every other year), a new pen box (latest fashion Barbie dolls at that time of course... no WiFi technologies), 4 notebooks (2 mathematics and 2 that we would call "dictando"), a ruler, some pencils (that daddy would afterward sharpen with a knife... a process that used to fascinate me... and, honestly, still does today... the pencils sharpened by him were the envy of my whole class). And once that was done with... we would buy new white socks... with some pink ribbons if available... maybe new shoes (if it was the time for that)... maybe some skirt.... And then the stress would follow.. inevitably I would cry at least once in that week (I used to be a bit more emotionally challenged when I was 7 then these days... 25 and happy about it:)
My very first day of school...I say my mom didn't come with me... she would argue intensely... actually i think she came, but i was (even at that time) pretty self-sufficient...
There was, I don't know why, something happening in the gym and a woman came to me and asked me if I'd be part of her class for the next year and I told her I'd love to (diplomatic 7 years old:) but I am in Ms. Zdrobis' class.. and, you won't imagine the coincidence, I am Ms. Zdrobis she told me:)) And my mum says she was there... I don't remember...I just remember it was rather embarrassing and, yet, pretty nice what happened then.
Another 12 years of first days followed... and then another 4 of first university days... and then another 2 of first master days.... as many introduction days as almost 3 working days' weeks...
Last one: this very year, even though it was the 20th school day:)) and a ton of university offered booze:) Maybe we become more and more sophisticated with each first day we attend... therefore we need more than just a nice question from the main first grade teacher, or from the school principal or from the police officer... as the time goes we need more and more in order to get us excited enough as to make us get out of the house and give up our precious time for such an activity:) I'm guessing that's why my sister missed her first day... She's a PhD candidate now... and there was no caviar and pate de fois gras on the menu... nor a presidential speech on the activity list... why would she get out of her research lab for that? :)) Plus they don't make white socks with pink ribbons anymore... nor Snow White pen boxes (and she won't settle for a cyborg one in a million years! I would know!!!).
Well... first day of school reminds me of home... so there it is! On my "what i love about my country"!:)