That’s my high school. No, not PMS, the school in the images. Although it IS now called Wilbur S Pence Middle School. Local folks call it Pence – Pence Middle School. Fun, huh?
Lately I’ve heard lots of people use the term “empty nest” when referring to our situation as our youngest just graduated high school. It’s usually with great enthusiasm that it’s mentioned. After today I’m not so sure I’m prepared for it. I just spent the day discussing how our daughter is being violently shoved into a position of incredible freedoms and enormous responsibility. I keep thinking that it’s going be rough for her, but I really should consider how rough it’ll be for me. She’s been on the same campus at the same time and has already integrated into a new group of friends. Me? I’m stressing about how she’s going to do, will she remember to eat, will she find all her classes, will she discover her passion? Geez I’m not prepared.
My daughter makes it known (daily) that she only has about a week left in school before she’s finished. She likes stating that she (as a senior) finishes before the rest of the school. That means I only have 8 more school days of taking her to school. I’ve been driving her to school for the past couple years. That’ll be weird to not have to do that anymore.