Ready/ not ready.
Tick tock tick tock go the remaining minutes of first grade. She is getting waves of verklempt and fits of excess bodily energy (bouncing, faux ballet leaping bottle rocket variety) over the looming truth of it. Â A week and a day, then it’s all behind her.
Between bouts of nostalgia and fits of enthusiasm she declaims (and I agree with her), “It’s all going too fast!”