I’m afraid I’m going to need you to be kind and gentle and comment in hushed, relaxing tones.
Because yesterday my 12 year old daughter and I went to a NYC High School Fair, where we met representatives from many of the area’s high schools all gathered in one room. It was really crowded, so it was a good thing that my blood pressure went straight through the ceiling and pierced a vent that let in sunshine and fresh air and a few puffy clouds.
My daughter is so excited about high school. She is thrilled with the choices, even though she knows that we’re not looking at private schools. (Because they’re expensive.)
I am terrified. I am terrified about the passage of time, of losing the girl who will still hold my hand sometimes, I am terrified of her going to a school that won’t appreciate that sometimes she is quiet. Because although we live in a world that is about half introverts, half extroverts, it is the people who are the quietest that get lost sometimes.
I am also worried that she’ll want to go to a school that we can’t afford.
Yesterday she told me about a school that she was excited about. It is a new school, still being built. “They teach about the whole world,” she said. “After your first year, you travel to China!”
I think I must have passed out. CHINA? As in CHINA China? Maybe China is what they’re calling Connecticut these days to appear more multicultural?
“The only bad news is that it’s $38,000 a year,” she said.
“That is terrible news,” I told her. “The very worst. And it means, sadly, that you can’t apply.”
There are definitely silver linings to not being able to afford things.
One year ago ...
- Back and Blonde - 2014