This is my mantra and I’m sticking to it: We will have positive experiences in high school.
I’ve got to sing that to the rafters because my daughter, who will be a freshman come Wednesday, is bound and determined that in high school she will:
A: Be consistently late to class because she has too far to walk between classrooms.
B. Not be able to have lunch with any of her friends because they will all be on a different lunch schedule (it is, of course, a conspiracy theory against her circle of friends even though none of them know as yet which lunch period they will have).
C. Not be able to complete all of her assignments and will be a freshman again next year.
D. All of the above, rolled into one drama-filled monologue that gets louder and louder as the first day of school draws near.
I can afford to be positive because these are the same scenarios she conjured up right before middle school. None of it happened and I know it won’t this time, either.
So I say three cheers for the beginning of her first year of high school and the end of the back-to-school jitters.
Say a prayer for me, please!