Perhaps it's a sign of growing older--MUCH older--that months seem to slip away like weeks. February has sunk quickly into a turned page on the calendar. Yes, I know it's the shortest month. And I realize that most of my East Coast friends and readers will be happy to see this cold, blustery, snowy month disappear into the history books.
When I was a kid, time seemed to crawl at a snail's pace. They had these big old clocks in all of our classrooms and watching them, especially at the end of the day, was pure torture. I combated this for most of my elementary school career, refusing to learn how to tell time until I was in the fifth grade. I knew this whole "time" thing was going to be a major pain in the ass, so I resisted. I was smart like that. (I also resisted learning how to tie my shoes, but I think that had more to do with a secret delight in having people kneel before me. It's good to be the king.) Little did I know that time was a two-edged sword. There was never enough of it and there was always too much of it. It flew and it dragged. It was totally memorable and utterly forgettable. It excited and bored me.
And that brings us to March 1, 2010, a year so far in the future that it seems like something from the past. March brings spring, the time for renewal, so check your magazine subscription labels. Daylight savings time resumes in less than 2 weeks (Sunday, March 14, to be exact), which will make the days seem longer. Whether that extra hour of daylight each day flies or drags, excites or bores, will be up to your own interpretation.
Speaking of torturous clocks... for 4 years at TAHS, the bell that released us from our educational gerbil-trap rang precisely at 3:18 PM. I lived for that moment every afternoon. To this day, I enjoy that hour of the afternoon, smile and think "ha, ha ha", "I survived the trap and I ain't goin' back"!!!
Posted by: Melanie Preschutti | March 01, 2010 at 04:00 PM