I can barely remember my eighth-grade year at Lydick Middle School. I am sure that at the time, it was a big deal in my life. It would be the final year of attending school in my small hometown. High School would be about ten miles away in New Carlisle. I don't think school back then started as early as it does for my daughter this year.
School started after Labor Day back in my day. Now, it starts before the middle of August. I think I remember school ending in early June when I attended. My daughter will finish her final year at Tri-North before Memorial Day weekend.
That things are very different for my daughter than they were for me, school-wise, is not surprising. And its mostly all for the better. And even if it isn't better, there's nothing that can be done about it. It is what it is.
I didn't have a computer in the eighth-grade. No i-phone. School wasn't air-conditioned. My daughter will study what were current events in my school-days as history from half a century ago. 2 plus 2 will still equal 4, of course. What was taught as "writing" to me is "cursive" to Hannah.
It is what it is.
School starts tomorrow. Time marches on. I hope it is a very good year for my daughter, and that she will learn and experience new and positive things. There's a chance that one or two things could go less-than-positive for her this school year, but probably nothing we can't deal with together.
My kid is in the eighth grade!
And the bus arrives at the butt-crack of dawn!
It is what it is.
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