The last day of public school eighth grade. It was a great year. I was nervous in the beginning, what with public school taking up important homeschool time every single afternoon, and I can't pretend I wasn't terrified about him riding the bus for the first time in middle school (because I remember riding the bus in middle school...I remember it well). But in spite of all my fears the year went very well. He enjoyed his school classes, he loved riding the bus (!), and he made a few friends. Fitting all the homeschool classes AND the extracurriculars into the shorter home day was a little challenging, and we both fell down a few times trying to navigate that learning curve, but all said and done, the outcome was a good one. He's growing up. Maybe so am I.
And for comparison...the first day. The matching outfit was, believe it or not, total coincidence.
