Happy new year! September always feels like a time for fresh starts, new resolve and good intentions, shiny shoes and shiny conkers. There used to be the pleasure of crisp, new notepads and exercise books. Sadness that the summer was over was always tempered by the thrill of the new. What did you do during the summer? Which classroom have we got, which teachers? It is a long time since I was a schoolgirl, but my life continues to be ruled by the rhythms of the academic year and I spend more time than I should in stationery shops, picking pens and pencils, getting organised and preparing for the year ahead. The clamour of the playground reminds me of standing in line and waiting for my own tousled headed boys to burst through the door at the end of the day, clutching drippy art work and usually wearing mismatched shoes and all the wrong clothes. Our walk to school in the morning took far too long as we stopped to examine all the signs of autumn. We gathered beech mast, old man's beard and conkers in their prickly cases. Shiny rook feathers and clusters of hips and haws were carefully transported to the nature corner, or taken home to be copydexed on to shoe boxes or toilet roll tubes in precious compositions.
With their schooldays long behind them, I gradually morphed into a teacher. And this year I am a new girl all over again, with a new job in a new school. As I dragged my brand new books and pads and pens from the car and opened the classroom door, I carefully found a place for the bunch of hedgerow berries and leaves. And I pinned the rook feathers onto the noticeboard. Let the new year begin!
