The twins started 7th grade last week. Seems unreal, since I still remember, in vivid detail, their first day of school. I dropped them off, went to the minivan and sat there, realizing I had NOTHING to do, no place in particular I needed to be, and I was without kids. So the goal became to fill that time, (and not with laundry or daytime TV) and that is how I began to have 3 first days of school every year.
My preschool classes started this week. Since I teach 3 classes, I have 3 first days. They are usually a mix of anxiety, excitement, fun, and fear. I have held parent's hands while they sobbed in the hallway - assuring them that their child would be fine if they would just leave and get on with it. I had one parent my first year who had an anxiety disorder so severe she could not leave the building after dropping her child off. I have parents who breeze in with their well adjusted children, kiss them on the cheek, and head off to the Ugly Mug for a cup of coffee. Eventually we all come together and the fear leaves and gives way to fun. That comes in early October.
I love the structure and routine that the school year brings. I hate making lunches, but I am told that school lunch "sucks". Bedtime is still wonky, but it will shake out. The routine is still a little rough at this stage, but we will be better. By October.
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Look at you with your stylin' pho-to! Too cool!
I've added you to my blog list..
I have to admit I'm a little sad that you didn't start this last year... I would have loved to hear more about little e's antics in school.
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