Today my 13 year old started high school. Sorta.
She’s actually in the 8th grade, but they attend our county’s high school. This is a good thing for many reasons.
- The high school is TONS closer to our house than the middle school – the drive took just about 10 minutes this morning.
- The 8th graders have their own wing, so they don’t interact all that much with the upperclassmen. Except for at lunch. I wonder how that will work out…
- They start an hour later than the middle school. This means that not only does my daughter get to sleep later, but I still get to take my morning walks. If I’m out the door by 6 in the morning, I am back in time to wake her up at 7.
Having experienced my first day with this new schedule, I was amazed at how wonderful my morning was despite the fact that I was up at 4 a.m. with killer cramps that 6 Advil and 1 Meloxicam could not conquer. I just felt like I had so much time!
The one thing that wasn’t different? My daughter’s crappy attitude. On the ride to school she was sullen, with her head against the window, not talking. When I asked her what was wrong, she said she didn’t feel well. This is the same commute I made a hundred times during the 7th grade.
My girl does not like school.
I try to tell her it’s her job…school is her 9-5 until she graduates and gets to join the real world…which isn’t nearly as fun as she thinks it is. I would kill to be done by 3:45 with nothing more to do than some homework. Try working a full day and then having to cook and do dishes. School looks like a pretty sweet deal.
But even if she’s miserable, I’m not. I LOVE this new schedule! I love High School!
Typical Tracy 
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Thankfully my kid loves school and she will be starting 6th grade in a couple of weeks, which I have tried telling her that middle school is a new world full of horrible catty hormonal girls. She doesn’t seem to get this yet. She will, though.
And no matter how many adults told me that being an adult wasn’t as much fun as I thought, I still never believed them until I had a kid of my own, a full time job, and can cook quite well. *sighs* to be 15 again.
be very thankful. My oldest had no problem with school, but to my youngest every single thing is a pitfall – she freaked out that she didn’t have all her supplies the first day. I was like, “what are they going to take you to jail because you don’t have a highlighter? Nobody cares.”
It’s just how she’s wired. Sigh.