Growing up in the North, I got accustomed to going back to school in September each year.
When I moved to Florida, I had to adjust to the fact that school started at the end of August.
But over the years that start date has crept forward, and now kids here are unzipping their pencil cases the first week of August.
Even taking into account that there are no true, distinct seasons here, that means Florida kids are going back to school with a full month of summer, as it’s generally understood, left on the calendar.
And that’s not cool.
Summer breaks seem to be going through a trend that evening news shows started a few years ago. Six o’clock? Not early enough! Let’s start at five o’clock, before working people are even home. Or, maybe four o’clock, so we can get in another hour of human interest filler.
School years are gradually growing longer, too, putting a squeeze on summer plans for many.
Summers during my schooldays meant three full months of loafing. All night TV (without cable or a VCR). Getting up past noon and spending the day in the pool with my golden retriever.
Now that I’m out of school and working for a living, I crave those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer. I wouldn’t want to deny anyone else the chance to goof off before having to buckle down year-round.
So it heartens me to see some “old school” folks like Florida Governor Jeb “My Bilingualism Makes Up For My Brother, Who Never Learned To Speak One Language Correctly” Bush, who’d like to see prayer and uniforms back in public schools, support a post-Labor Day start date.
Other backward states are also considering pushing school start dates forward.
It’s time for a return to the good old days of American tradition – when only band kids, slackers and miscreants were in school during summertime.