After a whirlwind summer involving camp, a 10 day trip to Florida to visit my folks (by herself on an airplane - I promise to do a follow up story on that. You'll want to hear.), a weekend with her dad's folks, derby practices, an uber hot summer day at Six Flags, a broken arm, and an 8th birthday party, she's ready to get back to work! Salem's first day of third grade was yesterday:
|Check out these strappy boats!|
She has been dreading not only going back to the grind, but she must wear a uniform to school. She is allowed to dress up and add a little flare by choosing her favorite footware - see? It isn't ALL bad. As you can clearly tell by the photo above, any improvement she has made in the weight gain department this year has been allocated to her ample pedestal. Her feet have grown so much in the past few months, enabling her to borrow my shoes! She's 8! And I'm...ahem, so not 8!
Picking her up from school yesterday, she was less than thrilled with her experience. All her friends were placed in other classrooms, leaving Salem to fend for herself in a sea of new faces; with one exception, her arch nemesis from last year's class. In fact, much to her chagrin, this creature is seated right across from her desk with the ability to stare her down at any given moment. But, I know she'll do fine, at least this year she doesn't have to brave a whole new school like she did last year.
We have been anticipating an uphill battle this year, third grade is supposed to be an academic hurdle. That opinion was further reinforced when we picked up her first homework assignment last week at the open house. School wasn't even in session yet when her watch-out-I'ma-ball-buster teacher flipped a book report assignment into my hands as I was exiting her meet and greet. We've already negotiated a plan and Salem has chosen to ride the book reading wave beginning with the series, Diary of a Wimpy Kid. At a required 60 pages a night, she should be able to finish on Thursday, just in time to create her report, due Friday. What's next? The Georgia Pre Bar exam?
At home, I was reviewing her completed homework assignment as she read her book. It was a "get to know you'' sheet, asking basic questions about her family, what she likes to do in her spare time, what she did over the summer, etc. The last question was "What do you expect to learn during 3rd grade?" Her answer was something along these lines:
"I want to learn about peepol, and where peepol come from and why we eggsist."
Well kid, I've been through 3rd grade, high school, college and a large chunk of the reality of life as an adult. I have yet to fully grasp how some of the nuts I've met over the years seem to exist and where the hell they keep coming from. But I'll light a candle for ya, sweet kiddo, and hopefully figure it out together.