As my first year at Northwood draws to a close I'm surprised by the emotion and attachment I have with the outgoing seniors of NSM. As best we can count, NSM has at least nine different schools represented in the class of 2009. I sat through Awards Day at Northwood Academy and came to the realization that as I watch tomorrow's graduation ceremony, I will be crying. Call it sympathy emotions for Anita and her pregnant hormones but I am getting seriously sad about seeing these seniors leave.
However, my emotion isn't what has me officially freaked out. Today was the day Northwood students received their yearbooks. Aside from looking at the beautiful and handsome pictures of my students (and finding the only place in which I, in "Where's Waldo" fashion, appear), I saw what I wasn't prepared for: a picture of my child.
That's right, I have a child who has a yearbook photo. We even ordered her own (with name) yearbook. So far the thirties are sending me for a loop. I swear I was 22 yesterday. The fatter I get and the frequency of injuries I incur is reminding me how quickly I'm becoming one of the older guys at the table. Having a kid old enough for a yearbook just sends me right off the deep end. I need to quickly do something young and dumb. Maybe I'll have my chance soon. For now I've got a couch to sit on as I watch the History Channel special on WWII…..