Way back when, it was hard get up for school in the morning.
It was early, it was dark, and my bed was pretty cozy and warm.
I remember my mom calling from the kitchen, and as much as I loved school-sometimes I pretended not to hear.
On this particular day in November, my alarm woke me up for school again.
Early and dark, just like when I wore a plaid uniform and a starched white shirt.
Only this time (with the help of a very large coffee), I was pretty eager to throw back the sheets.
I always look forward to photographing the staff and students at St James,
It’s my fifth year shooting photos there,
And try as I might, I’ve yet to find a sleepy looking student.
Nothing but smiles.
What a great place to learn. 🙂
