It is August. The school year will be starting in a couple of weeks.
It will be my family’s last school year.
The Red-Headed Menace will be a senior next year. I will never have to go to Back-To-School Night, parent-teacher conferences, IEPs, or attendance meetings after next year. (Hopefully, I will get through the year without having to go to the last, but I am not really sanguine about it.)
I won’t have to buy school supplies. I won’t be sitting at track meets with other cheering parents. I won’t get spam from the PTSA. I won’t have to freak out about whether I have missed the SAT deadlines.
I won’t have to yell at anyone about losing the $100 graphing calculator. I won’t need to doublecheck that anyone is indeed working his way through Pride and Prejudice, and not leaving it for the last minute.
I won’t have a schedule bounded by starting bells and finals periods.
I’m going to miss all that. I have been in the K-12 system for sixteen years now – that’s a long time. It’s time to do something else with my life.