J2 comes home with the beginning-of-school-year pack. i write out a small fortune in checks to the ptsa the graduation party the class dues and the fashion apparel. i volunteer to proctor exams. i sign my consent and my assent. i register health and address and contact information. i mumble continuously about unnecessary frivolity and frills.
my daughter is a rising senior. this is my last year doing this. the bittersweet starts now.
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