High School Apprehension

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!