Let’s be honest, this year has sucked. So why not spend the next few minutes reminiscing about a simpler time- a time when you put your packed lunch into a laundry basket or on a cart and it was an honor to be the one who got to carry it down to the lunchroom. When the ultimate compliment was the outfield being told to move back when it was your turn to “bat” in kickball. When you got all your holiday shopping done at the Secret Santa Workshop, and when trading Silly Bandz on the bus was basically the New York Stock Exchange.
At the time we were five different and divided schools- Erving, Yake, Wegienka, Gudith, and Bates- yet we stepped into the halls of BMS realizing that we all shared the same experiences. One particular experience that I’m convinced we all just believed was a fever dream was a strange man coming into our school trying to get us to give out our family member’s addresses – for a rubber duck… That’s right, I’m talking about when we would all gather in the school gym for an assembly and we would listen to a middle-aged man pitch us a sure-thing business proposition- give him addresses so he could sell magazine subscriptions, and in return, we would get to pick a random duck! But wait, there’s more – not only were the ducks random, but they were almost exclusively not the one you wanted! You wanted the one in the football helmet and you got the cowboy hat, or you wanted the one with sunglasses and you got plain old regular.
The real entrepreneurs of 5th grade however didn’t need the rubber-duck-man to be part of an organization, they had their own business. Rainbow loom accessories and duct tape wallets were the silver and gold of elementary economics. The real O.G’s had different rainbow loom bracelets for different outfits/occasions, and matching your bracelet to the season was the epitome of high fashion. As was a Justice skirt over leggings and a sequined top for girls, and neon Nike sports clothes for the boys.
Elementary school was a time when you auditioned for the play, and you tried out for the talent show, and you wore the bright green of your safety belt with pride. No one cared how you looked, or how badly you played the recorder, life was simple. So in these uncertain times, it may do you well to sit down, take a second, and remember our old slogan and be “respectful, responsible, and safe.”