I’m not proud of this, but I have accepted that it is my truth: I hate school, because I’m not terribly good at it. Now, this is not coming from my view as a student mind you. I could go to school as a student forever and never tire of it. No, I hate school as a parent. I suspect my hatred is made worse because I’m a former. I know too much.
Case in point: My daughter, who adores school (just as I did at eight) and wants nothing more than to please everyone (as I also did at eight) came home frantic today because she didn’t arrive on day one with her book report project. I was upset because I was certain that project was not due until next week and I had led her to this first day fail.