On my first day of school, there were no tears. The following days, once I wised up and realized that school means four hours away, I cried. I tell people that I cry because "I didn't want to be away from my momma." All weekend I resolved not to cry once I returned to school after Labor Day. On the way yesterday, I told my mom "actually, you know what? I am going to cry." And I did. It might have been my worst bout of tears.
Today, however, I did NOT cry. When I was retrieved from the car, I hopped out and asked no one for a hug. I was ready to walk by myself.
In my class, we like to get wrapped up in one another's drama and I return home each day with tales of who cried, and why, and for how long. Samuel is the happiest. Elowyn is the most sorrowful.
I opted not to nap today. Instead, we went to the library after lunch and stayed until dinner. Here is a photo of me reading. I am on the verge of being able to read fluently. Give me three more months . . .
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