Let's be clear about the title of this blog post. It's my apprehension - not the boy's. So I'm going to vent. He seems so calm and well, not me. He's going to the high school I graduated from a million years ago. I vied for him to go there and while vying for it I could remember only the good. Months later and the closer we get to first day I am reminded of the bad - the cliques, jock hall, snowball fights in the hall..... Uhhh...wait. That was me and that was fun. His first years of school have been protective. He went to a small public charter school, which only went to eighth grade. Then he had a choice of other charter and public schools. The Jaguar school was chosen. It's so much larger than where he was and that is why I worry. He's quiet. I hope the school doesn't swallow him alive. In reality I know it won't, but for now I will worry. I will worry until he graduates and then I will continue to worry about his brother and sister. I hope with all this worrying I can forget to eat, because right now sitting at this computer this is the only plus I could see coming from my worry. That would make it totally worth it. So here's a layout I did to commemorate the moving on to high school. I have no idea how a photo of Nick with his head under the water came out being a tribute to high school starting, but here it is:
I really need to add wording under the title. I'm thinking of "But I will Have Trouble". For now I want him to keep thinking there is nothing to worry about. He's been playing soccer with the high school team all summer, so he has had a taste of being a Jaguar. Like I said...it's my apprehension. I refuse to let him know there is even a reason for apprehension. He can see the layout when he graduates. HA!