Ah, it is that time of year, when freshly sharpened pencils are held by sleepy children as they pad out the door to the school buses that await them. It seems this summer went by much too quickly, the routine of school is not yet welcome in our home. J is entering 8th grade, and as he grumpily told me this morning, "this is the reason I hate school, this getting up early everyday thing". It does not matter that for most of the summer he woke up at the same time, as that was by choice; today is by demand.
Hopefully it will be a good year, with positive teachers. I hope this last year of middle school goes smoothly for him, that he discovers more confidence in himself and in his surroundings.
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