I was going to write about the first day of school yesterday and I realized I had nothing to say. Michael went to school, the end. Period. He seemed nervous at drop off, I think because this was the only year we hadn’t gone to the open house. But it is third grade, he will be fine. I realized this was the only year I have ever worked on the first day of school, because when I changed jobs I started working Mondays. I dropped him off, I went to work, the whole thing seemed fairly anti climatic.
Kindergarten was such a big deal, because it was well, kindergarten. And first grade was such a big deal because we had such a disastrous kindergarten that I was just hoping and praying for better. And second grade was just, well, we have a 50/50 chance of good, or bad. And this year? I think this year is going to be awesome. I have seen so much personal growth in Michael over the summer, and he supposedly got the two best teachers in the school, I just don’t see how we can go wrong.
And so here we are, third grade. The beginning of upper elementary. The thing about having an only child, and I actually don’t think about having an only child much, is that you do everything once. I’ll never do kindergarten again. I’ll never have a GOOD kindergarten experience. That was my only kindergarten experience. I’ll never get to LOVE my elementary school, because this is the only elementary school I’ll ever have.
But this kid, this kid is amazing. I couldn’t ask for anything more. Third grade, I hear it is the most important grade in elementary school. At least, that is what ALL THE STUDIES SHOW, people keep telling me.
I think he will rock it.