So The Munch starts school this week. Well pre-school. And it is a Waldorff School so you know there will be a lot of hand holding, singing songs about yacks, making quinoa infused bark patties, and playing outside with moss. But still, it seems like a pretty big deal.
All last night I had nightmares about it. Nothing specific. Just the overall anxiety of how much I despised school. The first day was always a particular type torture, and I never wanted summer to be over. As I young kid I wasn’t into socializing, and think I did a lot of judging people. I would feel awkward, and eat Milano cookies by myself while staring at the other children and their ignorant benevolence. Even then I knew the world was a demented place and anyone that happy had to be in a serious state of denial. I have a vague memory of a kid named Micah who had a crush on me, and really hating him for that.
I hope The Munch makes friends, and the kids aren’t jerks to her. Or a boy doesn’t “like “like” her and make her want to choke him for it.
GOOD LUCK MUNCH!!!