Our kids went back to school yesterday (an event that should be recognized as a national holiday for all adults) and the oldest, Michael, had his first day of high school. Celeste and I both went with him to his open house last week and we both realized that our boy was going to be hoofing it all day to get from class to class. His school is a weird mish-mash of eleven buildings connected by covered walkways and he has five minutes to get from one building to another since none of his classes are in the same building on consecutive periods. That means that he realistically has no chance of using his locker except maybe at lunch, which means that he has to carry all of his books with him.
Unfortunately each and every teacher is requiring Michael to carry a separate notebook in addition to his textbooks. Surprise, surprise they don’t all fit in his backpack. Yesterday he observed that many upperclassmen at his school carried second bags so when he got home yesterday he asked if he could get one. Celeste went out and found him the kind of bag he requested so now he is fully armed and loaded. The result is the picture you see at the top of this post.
During the open house Michael’s teachers all informed us that he will have homework every night which means he has to drag all this stuff home every day on the bus. By my calculations he’s going to have that load on his back for about 45 minutes every day, minimum. The positive spin on this is that he’s getting a workout every day, while the negative spin is that he’s going to likely become familiar with the best bone cracker we can find in Winston-Salem.