This morning, in about 45 minutes, Corey will be starting high school. Well yeah, he's in 11th grade and all, but you know what I mean. Yesterday we spent about three hours dealing with registration and I'm not hopeful that his counselor will have a class list ready for him when we arrive.
He's got his backpack... when he was four he called it a "packpack"... all ready. New clothes are on... unwashed because I guess that's how he rolls. Lucky for him he is starting school now and not 20 some-odd years ago when I went. Those black jeans and black shirt (in the desert? really?) would be leaving some serious ink stains in all the corners and creases back then.
I don't really have much to say. We're both excited and nervous (okay, he's excited and nervous... I'm just nervous). To cover myself... and to keep from leaving way too early, I'm stalling.
When we do get there, I have a lot of questions: What are his classes? How long should I stay to help him sort it all out? When does school let out? Will he be able to find his way around? Will people be nice to him? Do we really have to do this?!?