|This is what I imagine him to be|
|Sadly, this is what he generally does!|
Big exciting first day of school - 8th grade no less! Hard to believe that our sweet baby boy is in his last year of Middle school. How does that happen, when does it happen? I suffered through all the first day jitters, who would he eat with, who would he sit with on the bus, would he know anyone in his classes? Did the Zackman worry about any of these things? Of course not, he just coasts through school with nary a worry. I guess I should have had a hint, when we went to pick up his schedule and the squeals from all the girls who saw him were deafening! It was like the Beatles were in town. And then the squeals of excitement when some of them were in the same class! O.M.G!
But then he looks like this and I wonder... I just wonder...
All his teachers seem fine, except for one (Civics) that appears to have some "issues" and an English teacher that appears to have a reputation slightly worse than the Nazi's! Oh Yeah! Just what I need. Please Lord, just let me get through middle school without harming myself or anyone else!