It's hard to remember a time when my life didn't revolve around the academic year in some way. As spring semester ends, there's a momentary pause while we switch gears to summer semester, and the cycle goes on and on.
Along those lines, today is my son's last day of Kindergarten. Last August, he was going through the nervous-but-excited jitters that most kids have, and now he's an old pro at school, or so it seems. His school day starts at 8 am, and since I don't have to be at work until 8:30, I drop him off in the car I'm fixing up (see the "My Other Blog" sidebar link). Today, it runs just right.
He loves to ride in that car (built in 1984 when I was an infant), probably just because it's such a different experience from a modern car. Its high ride height and stiff suspension are made for dirt tracks and rock crawling. The temperamental carburetor means that when it comes to acceleration, well... you plan ahead. He's never seen manual window cranks in any other car, and it all has that intriguing quality of something old that has somehow survived relatively unscathed by time. Maybe he can sense that.
We found out a couple days ago that his current teacher will be teaching first grade next year. My wife pulled the necessary strings with the principal to get our son in her class, at least tentatively. He's been one of her favorites, so hopefully that continues. Why mess with a good thing, right?
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