Here in Indiana, the State Fair is starting in a few days, and in just a few days more, schools across the state will open. Don’t get me started on the injustice of it, or why I think it’s important that kids have time to run around the midway before heading back to classes closer to Labor Day.
Instead, focus, please, on the fact that in two short weeks, my kid, for the very first time, will be attending “big kid school.” With 600 other first through sixth graders, my girl will walk through the doors of her international magnet school and never look back. She’ll learn how to navigate riding the bus, the procedure for lunch and recess, and will learn to remember what she needs for gym class. She’ll meet kids from different neighborhoods, different backgrounds, and different cultures. She’ll have homework for the first time, and “specials” like music and Spanish.
We went shopping for school supplies the other day, and this morning she picked out her pink backpack and her pink lunchbox. I’m scanning the district website daily to see if they’ve posted anymore information we might need to know.
I don’t remember much about first grade, except that my teacher’s name was Mrs. Sparrow (I don’t know if that’s how you spell it, but that’s how the entire first grade pronounced it), that across the three first grades there were a total of SIX of us with the same first name, and that Mrs. Sparrow owned a bunny. The bunny never came to school, but she would tell us stories about said bunny, and 32 years later, this is what I remember about the woman. Oh, and I was in an all-girl reading group and we decided to call ourselves the Dallas Cowgirls. (WTF?)
I hope beyond hope that this is a good school for her. That her elementary school years are filled with fun and wonder and learning and laughter and friends. That all the teen angst and drama hold off until she’s closer to being a teen, and has a good six years left of just being a kid.
Do you have a child starting a new school? Any memories of starting a new school yourself?