5th grade orientation today, fingers crossed

Here we are at the school this morning.
(psst: that's the organic walmart tee shirt I mentioned yesterday)

I am optimistic about 5th grade.
I think it is going to be a good year.

Anyone remember our Fourth Grade Tales?
That teacher is mysteriously missing from the faculty lists this year.

This years teacher: Organized, prepared, friendly, enthusiastic, clear expectations, and positive attitude. retired military wife (20 years marines), cheerleading coach, and sports enthusiast.

I may need to check a little of my hippie at the door, but I think we are going to get on just fine.
She seems like the perfect fit for Isaiah's learning style.

Oh, and those non Chinese made school supplies I so dutifully sought out?
We can return most of them, for she has almost everything they need at their desks already.

Does anyone remember 5th grade? I do. It is the first year of my schooling that I remember with total clarity. I could tell you about every boy I crushed on. I remember being left out of the "cool" lunch table, and I remember finding my inner bitchy bully. I poured applesauce on a kid's head. I still feel like absolute SHIT about that. I remember getting interested in politics for the first time, helping my dad gear up for the Paul Simon presidential bid. I remember writing an autobiography and trying to predict my future. At the time I predicted I would be a writer, an artist, or a psychologist. I still haven't chosen between those three.

I remember it feeling like the first year we weren't little kids anymore, and thinking everyone should treat me the same as the adults around me were being treated. I remember really getting into my own music and spending hours on the phone, and putting my hair in curlers. I remember going to my parents less and less, and my friends more and more when I needed some advice.

I guess I should remember that Isaiah probably doesn't feel much like a little kid anymore either. I hope he still comes to me first for a little while, though I guess the letting go has to come sometime. It does happen slowly though, right?