Thursday, August 23, 2012
'Back to School' holds a special meaning in our family now as our oldest and youngest grandchildren embark on exciting phases of their educational life. Jimmy, 18, is a freshman at the University of South Carolina in Columbia, where both parents went. Adam, 3 2/3, matriculated this week into K4 at St. John Catholic School in North Charleston.
Both young men have been busily prepping for their new adventures. Jimmy has moved into his dorm with roommate Will. His mother, our daughter Mary Clare, tells us the room initially looked ìpretty starkî to her, and she brought along a cool throw rug with Gamecock garnet highlights. Jimmy says his dÈcor plans include ìposters and stuffî for the walls and blue and white bedspreads. They’ll add more, he says when everything else ìkicks into gear.î He’s studying music and business, made the marching band and began band practice last week. He tells us that freshman band members only travel to away games at Clemson (naturally!) and Florida. There are 317 members of this year’s marching band, a record for USC. Jimmy met with his 4,600 other freshman classmates in the Coliseum for orientation.
Adam has been talking about and practicing for Big Boy School for weeks. He wears a uniform – navy golf-type shirt with the school emblem, paired with khaki pants. His mother, our daughter-in-law Amy, says he’s nearly worn it out trying it on, and insisted on wearing it at the recent school open house.
Don’t know what Jimmy wore to his first day of classes yesterday, but his schedule sounds daunting. He’ll be taking psychology, English, a science and other core courses. In addition, he has voice and tuba lessons, master classes in both and practice in band as well as in his other music studies.
Our son David said Adam was up early Tuesday morning telling everybody ìlet’s go!î Donning his uniform, adding a bright red strapped backpack and a packed lunch, he topped off his ensemble with a navy baseball cap and they were on the way. He marched confidently into the classroom, greeted his teacher, whom he had already met and liked ìa lot.î Adam began talking with his classmates – five other boys and two girls. All went well until Mrs. Dodge intoned to the families: ìall right – time to go.î Adam clamped his hat back on his head and started out the door. When Amy told him they were leaving and he was staying, he let forth a howl that followed her down the hallway. Typically, he got over the melt down quickly, but when I asked him if he was going back the next day, he allowed as how he thought he just might ìstay home tomorrow.î (Right!)
ìWhat were your favorite things for your first Day at Big Boy School,î I queried. ìLegos and lunch!î he informed me. When I asked Jimmy to sum up in two words how he felt about USC, he didn’t hesitate at all, telling me: ìGo Cocks!î
We’ll be watching as our diminutive blond scholar begins to bloom and once again marches into school. We’ll also be keeping an eye out for our tall blond lad, proudly playing his tuba and marching confidently into his future as well.
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