School starts a week from today. I must say every year the first day of school feels like a holiday right up there with the big ones. I always liked the first day of school, no matter how I felt about the rest of the year. It felt like the start of it all, the beginning of something new and big. I remember how it felt to have my new 5 subject notebooks, each section carefully labeled, to have a clean desk and locker, to see who was in my classes and what new faces there were. Within a few weeks, always, my desk or locker was a horrible mess, no matter how hard I tried, and the notebook was doodled on and torn up. But the first day---it felt wide open.
|Janey and Goofy, at ToysRUs|
I write about that moment partly to contrast it with Janey's life. 6th grade will be a lot like any other grade for her. The years don't change much, in terms of what she is working on learning. She'll go to school until she's 22, and then, probably I would guess to some day program.
|Janey at the park, before loose dogs scared her away|
|Janey finding the Elmo crayon toy, one she loves so much we've bought it twice|
I will stop for now, as I feel like I'm entering the ranting and rambling stage of writing. I'll stop and try to think of something to do today, try to figure out something that is safe for Janey and those around her, something interesting and meaningful. Good luck to me.