School starts tomorrow.
Rosebud, now a Junior, is not thrilled about it. She’s loves learning and socializing and joining alloftheclubs, but is not a fan of rushing around with very little free time and a whole lot of stress. And Calculus. She’s not a fan of that either. Neither am I, at this point, due to the $150 calculator we are required to purchase. I took Calculus in college and I’m pretty sure my calculator cost less than twenty bucks. Then again, I didn’t learn anything in that class so maybe they are on to something with the equipment upgrade.
When she looks back one day, I hope that homework and tests and sleepy, stressful days will not be the only facets of high school that she remembers. I hope she remembers the fun she had on Friday nights with her friends. I hope she remembers the hours and hours she spent in the art studio. I hope she remembers the lively discussions she had in English classes, and the field trips, and the aha! moments. I hope she remembers a little bit of Calculus.
By the end of this school year, she will know where she wants to apply to college. She will have her final ACT scores to submit to universities.
Junior year is BIG, y’all. BIG and wee bit scary.
Boy Wonder, now an eighth grader, is also not thrilled about starting school. He will be happy to see his friends everyday. He will not be happy to be forced awake and into clothes (shorts all year long) by a loud alarm at 6:15 in the morning. Like his mother, he is not a morning person. And he has Algebra first period.
He, too, has a triple digit calculator requirement. The same one he had last year, which is still in its packaging BECAUSE THEY NEVER ACTUALLY USED IT.
By the end of this school year, he will be done with middle school. He cannot wait. He is ready to move on to greener pastures (otherwise known as high school). Not sure if he realizes that high school starts even earlier in the morning, and he has to walk there. In the cold. While wearing long pants.
Cheerio is thrilled to start her last year of elementary school. She can’t wait to go back. She got the teacher she wanted and has lots of friends in her class. We will go today and see the classroom and drop off all of her supplies.
She is ready.
Except she has no school clothes. She’ll be fine for a few weeks, but when jeans weather comes around, we’re in trouble. I made her try on her long pants the other day and now I have a bag full to drop off at Goodwill. They all stopped just her ankles.
You may be thinking,”Why don’t you just take her clothes shopping?”
Yeah. I tried that.
The pants – and by pants I mean all of the damn pants – were too baggy, too flarey, too tight, too scratchy, too hard to button, too faded. You get my point.
In her defense, she has very long legs and a very small waist. So, most of the pants were too something.
Also, in her defense, the choices for tasteful pre-teen girls’ clothing are limited.
I showed her a pair that were a dark color and not boot cut and not super skinny (three for three). Unfortunately, they had some small weathered, partially torn spots on them to which she said “No.”
“That’s the style,” I said.
“That’s not my style,” was her response.
You gotta love that, right?
So, I will continue the search. And when I find the perfect jeans that meet all of her comfort and style requirements, I will buy five of them.
Let’s just hope for warm weather a while longer.
By the end of this school year, Cheerio will likely be several inches taller. Her shape will change along with her tastes and interests. She will transition from an elementary school student to a middle schooler. From a little girl to an adolescent.
As for me, though I love spending a relaxed summer at home with my kids, I am ready to return to a routine, to walks to school with Cheerio and the dog, and to some time to focus on… well, just to focus.
Come next June, I will be cheering the last day of school and the reprieve from schedules and homework. That said, there will be some big ol’ sad Mama tears over that last walk to elementary school. Cheerio will be riding the bus to middle school.
But wait. Boy Wonder will be walking to high school. I’m sure he won’t mind if Reeses and I walk with him.