I was thinking the other day how many memories I have made in the month of May. I wonder what memories will form as May no longer represents the end of the school year. I imagine I’ll always get nostalgic as the lilacs bloom and the sun comes out. May represented for most years of my life the end of school– with May came emotional release, the freedom to try something new for 3 months, and the joy of successfully finishing something.
College: For 5 of the last 7 Mays my dad has travelled up to St. Paul to move all my crap into a van and take it to either storage or to Texas for lovely summer vacation. A few favorite snapshots: tiedye and decorate Luther day, Knollapalooza, realizing you don’t have finals any more and getting to simply play football outside and enjoy friends who were heading off to camp, home, or summer school for the next few months, the lovely last week of school crush and mad-hangout time before you realize that the summer is going to inevitably set in, Midnight breakfast served by the faculty, the sad lump in your throat as you put the last box of your junk in your car and smell the lovely school smell as you drop off your keys at switchboard.
High School: My senior year in May I was basking in the glories of being someone’s girlfriend and enjoying the fact that I was about to graduate from High school. I remember many trips to the park, preparing for Prom, strawberry margarita and lemonade snow cones, driving the lovely 91 LeSabre, and working at the investment place with Becky Bott.
Junior High: Yearbook staff…the glories of finally getting the books in and preparing for the signing party. May was fun! All the work of Yearbook done…just enjoying our finished product.
In elementary school I can remember May track and field days spent outside running around until you felt like you were going to puke. Having parties to celebrate the end of school and cursing those glorious snow days you got because you now had to make them up!
May is a good month!