What, Another Move   20 comments

Dear BJ,

If I count right I attended 7 different schools.  My brothers and sisters experienced the same amount or more.  Thank goodness there were enough of us to band together and survive.  You come to mind because we got to visit during the move. My first Haiku for Trifextra: Week Eighty Three.

This weekend we’re asking you to harken back to your grade school days and write a haiku.  No word restrictions, just stick to the structure as defined below.

HAIKU (noun) : an unrhymed verse form of Japanese origin having three lines containing usually five, seven, and five syllables respectively


End of Summer – move

Try to fit in with the crowd

Adapt assimilate

Students from Hand in Hand's Galilee School

Students from Hand in Hand’s Galilee School (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Posted August 31, 2013 by Balvah in Trifecta

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20 responses to “What, Another Move

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  1. I still recall the feeling when school started.. well captured.

  2. I can relate to your words, Bill. 8 schools for me (if you count grad school), in 2 continents, 3 states, and 7 cities. 🙂

  3. I moved a lot as a kid-the hardest was after the 10th grade. You described the process exactly! Well done!

  4. Well said. Even as an adult we try our best to assimilate. And with the end of summer we have change. Nicely done.

  5. What you described so well, is so difficult to experience; especially on a regular basis as you have. As a teacher, I always get frustrated with so many people who get so lost in standardized test scores and the like, all the while forgetting how overwhelmingly social the school experience is. Just being able to fit in is, at times, the highest level of personal achievement that a child will make. No mean feat, that!

    • Thank you for your insightful comment. I am also scared about the bureaucratic chains placed on teachers. Teachers need the chance to be a mentor as well as an instructor. I think a lot of young ones get lost these days as they try and find their way.

  6. I can’t imagine living that way and teachers were my lifeline. I hope between siblings and teachers, children find their way.

  7. The start of a new school year was always terrifying for me, and I stayed in the same town from preschool to graduation.
    Your haiku made me remember that. Lovely.

  8. I stayed in one place when going to school yet your haiku certainly tugs those familiar feelings of hoping to belong with the in-crowd (whoever they were on any given year). Only looking back from adulthood to that time can we understand the wonder we would have felt if we’d been able to just be true to our quirky selves. Very nicely done, Bill :))
    P.S. Thank you so much for your lovely comment on my story. Very kind. Thank you :))

  9. You’ve just described perfectly why my husband and I moved once a year up until our kids started school. This makes our third year in one location–our longest stint yet. I’d love to see the kids graduate from this school. Thanks for linking up.

  10. The first day of school always made me sick…especially when it was in a new town, which I had to do several times.

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