- This was a quick summer.
- Every summer seems quicker than the last, and I’m never ready for school to start.
- As a friend so kindly pointed out the other day, even if school started a month later, I wouldn’t feel ready. We’re never quite ready. It’s sort of one of those things we say as the summer comes to a close, sort of like “gosh, it sure is hot today.”
- She also pointed out that I am, in fact, ready for the kids to go back to school. Meaning, I want them out of my hair and back to a routine. The laziness of summer can only go on so long. I’m not ready, but I’m ready for them to be ready.
- Most of this is attributed to the sentimentality surrounding the passage of time. As another summer draws to a close, another school year begins. My kids are older.
- The Boy starts high school this year. While he’s not going to a new school, ninth grade feels different. He seems different.
- Part of the difference is that I’m looking him in the eyes when we speak. While we are standing. He’s always been tiny, so looking him in the eyes meant squatting next to him. He’s happy about the height advancement. I mind it much less than I thought I would.
- Friends of older children told me I’d like them when they were teens and even more when they are in college. When they were in diapers, I didn’t believe it. Teen years seemed so foreign, like a faraway exotic land filled with back talkers and attitudes. So far, that hasn’t been the case.
- I’d like to find the person who had the bright idea to assign summer school work. I wouldn’t resort to violence or anything, but I want to know who they are, so I can extend my sincerest judgy stare.
- This summer’s work, which included a poster version of photosynthesis, wasn’t saved until the very last weekend, like it was last summer. We’re either getting better at this or getting used to it. I wish we didn’t have to worry about either. I don’t remember any summer work growing up. I know things have changed, but so has summer. It’s shorter. Spending a couple of days on school work seems silly to me. I love my kids’ school, though, so here we are.
- As a general rule, boys aren’t as good as girls at making posters.
- Generalizations exist because they are generally true. I know there are exceptions. That wasn’t a sexist statement.
- The Boy attempted three different posters, before he realized that haphazardly writing stuff all over it meant running out of space to fit all the info. I suggested making a plan. Measure twice, cut once. Or draw once. Whatever. Markers aren’t erasable.
- Someday, he will listen to his mother.
- Good luck to all the teachers heading back to school this week in the CSRA. You are appreciated, even if parents are jerks sometimes. Kids are jerks sometimes, too. You spend more time with our kids than we do, and while your paycheck doesn’t reflect that, it doesn’t go unnoticed. May your cabinets be fully stocked and the timeouts kept to a minimum. No, I didn’t mean liquor cabinets, but you do you. Cheers!
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