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Posted Aug 24, 2010 by Jeff Houck
Updated Aug 24, 2010 at 04:40 PM
It’s a big day for parents in Pinellas and Hillsborough counties who saw their children off to school this morning for the first day of the 2010-2011 school year. Guest blogger Jeff Houck writes about sending his 15-year-old son, Brian, off for another year of high school.
My son Brian went back to school today. It’s 10th grade, which is not so nerve-wracking as ninth grade, but enough to make me anxious and unable to catch a full breath at the thoughts of another year of pushing and prodding and guiding him through the school year.
When he, his mother and I went to orientation last week, it was apparent how much the summer had changed him. Friends and classmates gawked at his height. (Eyeballing it, he looks as if he tacked on a couple inches.)
Girls squealed and pointed and giggled. Teachers marveled at the growth spurt. It was good to see the surprise my wife and I experienced at home all summer become manifest in other people’s expressions.
Last night, I asked if he had everything ready to go. He insisted that he did.
“I packed my gum and my earbuds…”
Not exactly what I was hoping my young student would say.
“Yes, father,” the fantasy would say to me. “I read all of my summer books. I have labeled all my school supplies. My backpack is ready, I am well-fed and immaculately healthy. I cannot wait for the challenge of cramming more knowledge into my skull.”
Okay, that’s a work of fiction no parent would believe - or hope for. Still, I’d like there to be more priortization than gum and iPods.
Which brings us to this morning.
There he is in his new Michael Jordan shirt with his friends Domenick and Shaun. They’re about to head to the bus stop down the street.
Would you believe the kid on the left got up at 4:45 a.m.?
Would you believe he ran a mile on the treadmill before breakfast?
Yeah. Summer changed the boy alright.
I insist on taking these photos every year. Mostly because I cannot believe how fast they fly by. And, on cue, he insists every year that he’s barely tolerating our tradition.
This was last year’s:
That was his friend, Gabe.
That was the first year of the Dark Walk To The Bus Stop.
It was less hospitable for photo taking, but I managed.
Improvise, adapt, overcome.
Eighth grade.
He wanted that photo shot before his friends Ketchie and Derek walked up.
Seventh grade.
That year, he walked with Robbie to the bus stop.
And so on.
Next year? He’ll probably be driving then.
And I’ll be fainting on the front lawn.
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