Last night was Meet the Teacher night for my high school senior. Lucky number 13. Wandering around my old high school – the same, but different.
This year is mostly electives.
Seven minutes in each class, four minutes passing time. Seven minutes to find out about the course, the expectations, glean the teacher’s personality and assess the other parents. I think she’ll be fine.
I’m not a terribly weepy, sentimental person. In fact, I collected 35 full disposable cameras before my husband got frustrated and took them to be developed. Surprise! Here are pictures from the zoo trip 6 years ago! Disney vacation, birthdays. It was an old fashioned vacation slide show on steroids. So, there are no first day of school pictures, no saved special outfits, and I lose the programs from concerts, plays and awards ceremonies.
So, I find myself, not exactly melancholy, but wondering where the time went. We’ve had our last picture day, our last first day of school and our last Meet the Teacher night. And these are only the first of the lasts. I’m so proud of her, but I’m glad I’ve still got a little time before she flies away. Then, in four years, I have to do it again with the boy.
Pass the Kleenex, please.