Owen started first grade today. It's funny how different the first day of school is now compared to two years ago, or even last year. This year, he knows the routine, knows his classmates. He's a big first-grader, after all. Kindergarten is so last year. We took the obligatory front porch photo, then headed out. But not before he directed what he wanted in his lunch and talked to Nora about how he wouldn't be joining her at daycare today. "I'll be OK, Owen," she responded.
When we got to school, it was a bit chaotic. The first day is always a crush of parents, many of us armed with cameras. So, we did what all good parents do, lined 'em up and coaxed out a few choruses of "cheese."Owen is in class with a couple of his best buds, Aidan and Matthew, this year. That will be fun -- and hopefully not result in too many rowdy behavior reports. Oh, and there are seven, yes, seven teachers for his class. Three teachers and four teaching assistants to juggle 37 kids between two rooms. Math every day, reading every day. Homework. This is where I insert a comment that first grade isn't how it used to be. It really isn't.
2 comments:
What a good looking young man you've got there! Hope the first day went well and that he's enjoying first grade!
And that Nora is enjoying her "alone" time at daycare...that absolutely cracked me up!
What a smartie you're going to have!
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