I’m nervous. I am going to school. Middle school. Tonight is the ever-dreaded back-to-school night. I check in at the homeroom. Then, I’m given my son’s schedule and I have to go to each class and sit at his desks. I have Social Studies, Science, Writing, English, Math and Art. Thankfully, no PE tonight. I couldn’t bear to wear a gym uniform.
When I was in school, our gym uniform was yellow with snaps – a dress thing – and bloomers. Bloomers? Do you even think that anyone under 40 knows what the heck bloomers are? Yikes. Now they have shorts and t-shirts. And the boys wear the same thing as the girls!
But I digress.
Elementary School. It’s very comfy and cozy. But this Middle School thing? Not comfortable. I am not liking this at all!
Rumor has it that I cried the first day of school every year of my life. At least that’s what my mother says. Maybe it’s true. I don’t remember every year. There must be one year that I was happy with my class assignment. There must be a year that I wasn’t totally stressed out. Right? Whatever….
So as I drive myself to my first real visit to Middle School…I need to keep reminding myself…
I’m not going to cry. I’m not going to cry. I’m not going to cry….