Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Back to School Blues
As a general rule, my younger son T enjoys school. He's very social, involved in many activities, and has a love of learning. Last week was the start of his Junior year, and for the first time, he wasn't ready to go back.
Maybe he had too much fun this summer? It was his first taste of true independence, with his own car and lots to places to go. Maybe he's worried about his loaded schedule? He has three Advanced Placement classes, Pre-Calculus, Spanish III, and Art. Thank goodness for Art.
He's a teenage boy, so I'll probably never get a straight answer out of him. But for whatever reason, the grin you see above was plastered on because I told him to smile or else.
Unlike this happy little guy, eleven years ago, on the first day of Kindergarten. He was bouncing with excitement.
Oh my, the cuteness! Missing his front teeth, scar on his forehead from five stitches due to a bicycle mishap, Pokemon backpack stocked and ready.
The year T started kindergarten, our school district went on strike. For 49 days. It was the longest teacher strike in Washington state history. Poor T just wanted to start kindergarten, and every day he asked me if he could go tomorrow. By the time school began, it was almost Halloween.
Maybe I should show teenage T this picture, and point out how excited kindergarten T was to start his school career. But he'll probably just remind me that there is no Pre-Calculus in kindergarten...