Adios and Good Riddance, Middle School

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We have one more half day of the school year left.  One more HALF DAY.  It's just enough to screw up summer camp plans and force one more day of early rising.  It's so incredibly stupid.  But then again, so was a MONTH of parcc testing, losing nearly a month of instruction preparing for parcc tests, the endless amounts of movies my kids watched on the days when they weren't testing (because other classes were) and the subsequent MSA tests.  Half of this year has been a clusterfuck of stupid.

A came home from school today teary-eyed at the thought of leaving most of her friends.  They've been together in the French program since they were 5 years old.  Now they're all doing to different schools.  It will be a change for us all.

A said they watched their class videos from 6th grade.  She commented how small and young they all looked.  They did.  They were straight out of elementary school.  Now they're wearing make up, flirting with each other and figuring what they hell they want to do with their high school life.

Everyone assures me that high school will be better.  I hope it is.  We have dealt with mean girl crap, racial crap, teachers who liked them and teachers who very obviously did not.  We've dealt with kids who hurt themselves, kids who get suspended for drugs (mostly they were the mean girls so my sympathies were limited), kids who declare they are gay, bi, gender-queer and pan sexual (yes, I did have to learn what that meant).  Elementary school did not prepare me for this.

I hope high school proves to them that geeks are cool, being smart is an asset, not a negative, and that turning in your homework is a smart thing to do.

A mom can hope, right?

Comments

  1. AlissaJune 20, 2015 at 4:28 PM

    I can't imagine being where you are. And, yet I know it will come soon enough. I hope High School is amazing for them and for you! They are so lucky to have you as a mom!

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  2. judiJuly 3, 2015 at 5:07 PM

    I am amazed how quickly it all went. In some ways, it feels like FOREVER. But I realize I have only 4 years left...it feels weird. And I do appreciate the vote of confidence in my parenting. I'm putting that in their scrapbooks :).

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