And now she's a senior.
Yesterday was her first day! I failed to get a picture, but I'll insist that she put the outfit on this weekend so I can take a fake first-day pic. She looked wonderful. Not like I'm biased. Will post the pic when I take it.
She came home excited and happy; she has the great teacher she had for history last year for civics this year, the one who told Adam that he just wanted a class full of Elaynas. Her new math teacher totally punked the class by giving them an ornate and unsolvable problem and letting them sweat it for a few minutes - "Anyone figured it out yet? You signed up for an honors class and you can't do that problem? ...LOL j/k that is totally not what we're doing in this class." She's super-excited about her astronomy class.
She has one problem, and it's fixable. An ex-friend of hers is in her civics class, a guy who posts racist and rapey shit on his Tumblr and lit into her for her objections to it. "And this is politics and opinions and I just do not want to engage with him," she said. But she looked into it, and apparently the same great teacher's honors civics class is during a period that she currently has as a free study period, so she's going to talk to him about bumping up to honors. Given her A- in his history class last year and his high opinion of her in general, that shouldn't be a problem.
I love that by the time she got home, she'd already
1. Identified the problem
2. Did not resign herself to suffering
3. Did the research to find a solution
4. Developed a plan.
This is huge progress, honestly, from the kid who once would have sat in misery or needed step-by-step problem-solving guidance. This is her handling her own stuff, like she'll have to do in college next year. I'm really glad to see her taking the initiative now when she still has the safety net.
She'll talk to the civics teacher today, and she's also planning to talk to her English teacher about bumping up to honors English, because she was bored last year in non-honors and she has the grades for it. Also she wants to change that stray study period into an elective. She was just going through a lot of stress at class-selection time, so she has stuff to fix now.
Her first band and a capella performances of the year are on Sunday, for the town's annual 9/11 memorial. Senior year - she'll have solos. She'll get a pin and a standing ovation at the end of the year. Every performance is the last of its kind; the last winter concert. The last Band-A-Rama.
She's narrowed down her college choices. I still randomly get teary-eyed when I bring in the mail and half of it is for her from the colleges that are wooing her the hardest.
This is the year of everything ending. And then we will have the year of everything beginning.
She is going to soar. And I am not going to be by her side, because she has to do it alone. That's the next step after this year - the step away from me.
I don't know what our relationship will be like, when she leaves. It won't be distant like my relationship with my mom. It won't be as pathologically close as my mother's relationship with her mother or my sister. We will figure it out.
Here we go.