Editor’s note: I wrote this last week, and well, quite frankly, I debated publishing it.
It’s a bit harsh and real. But you know…that’s me.
Tomorrow is the last day of school.
Another novella in the series of my sons’ lives coming to a close.
Ninth and seventh grade are over. Fini. Complete.
Of course, I will see ninth grade one more time with my youngest, revisiting geometry and biology for the third time in my life. My sons will not see these subjects again until they’re fathers of their very own brood.
By then, kids may be taking geometry in the fifth grade…with the need to push kids ahead (unless you’re concerned your kid will not be big enough for sports and you hold him/her back repeatedly).
It’s such a sad state of affairs these days. The pushing and pulling of kids to satiate our own need to believe our kids to be the best.