I haven't sat in a school drop-off or pick-up line in 10 years.
.....until this morning.
As I watched the kids crawl out of the cars and never look at their drivers, I was amused.
The constant joy that poured out of them when they were six years old, now has to be milked out of them at 17 and 18.
5 & 6 year olds bounced out of the cars on testing day, at the beginning of their kindergarten year. Most mothers waved "bye" with moisture rising in their eyes. The sun was bright and warm.
I don't remember if Jack bounced out of the car with a smile or not, but I do remember, that was the last time he would have smiled in reference to school.
Jack has always hated school...
Except, the day he rode in the limo to Hard Rock Cafe because he worked hard and sold enough fund raiser crap to win the limo ride and Hard Rock party day.
But most of the time, this was his expression
Or an obligatory smile after a school party day....
This morning I woke early and dropped off my 17 year old high school junior for ACT. The test is being held in the same building I entered as a 17 year old college freshmen, for English Lit.
The sun was hiding as it cast cold dampness on the sullen college applicants.
I pulled up in the drop-off line, "wow, looks like everybody is being dropped off instead of driving themselves." Just an observation comment-
To which I received an eeyore voiced mumble-
"Yeah, nobody wants to pay to park, or walk across campus at 7:30 in the morning..."
Then he threw me a "bah! To life" look and reluctantly slid out of the car.
.......then I quickly snapped a pick before he noticed...
I am thinking he should not sign up for 8 AM classes, once he gets to college.