I’ve never been bungee jumping. My friend, who is also a teacher and mother, recently described to me what it’s like to bungee jump. She did it in Australia when she was free and wild and in her twenties.
You’re standing on the edge of the bungee platform, all prepared with safety gear in tact. You are storeys above the earth you see below. Deep breath. And then, you step off. The fall is steep and fast and drastic, and when you hit the end of the rope, you abruptly bounce around, up and down, side to side, violently and unpredictably, and anything can happen — you yell and scream and your throat hurts and the feeling of exhilaration takes over your body.
Back to school season is like the bungee jump, she said.