This picture totally cracks me up. Jordan's in the kitchen right now...talking to me...as I'm posting this. She might make me take it down, so I'd best be quick.
After school today she told me that she's always in a bad mood after school because she has Calculus AP last period. She didn't want to take Calculus, but the Statistics AP class she wanted conflicted with French. So she was FORCED to take Calculus, even though she hates math. Or, I should say, dislikes it greatly because "it stresses her out."
Then Maddie talked about how everything EXCEPT FOR math "stresses her out." And then they both dreamed of the day they could only take math and English classes respectively. Jordan whipped out the BYU core requirements and started looking at her options. We talked about how my first class my freshman year was an 8 AM physical science class (that I rarely attended). I told her to aim for 9 or 10. And both girls marveled and became giddy at the thought of 9 or 10, especially since they've been getting up at 5 (or 4:45 for Jordan) for the past three years.
And I just thought, "My baby is going to college. Can I really be THAT old?"
As she was listing off the course options...I heard a few I might be interested in.
So....maybe I could go with her?
Your baby looks like YOU, Momma. How I remember you in 5th grade. Amazing.
Posted by: Kate | January 27, 2012 at 12:46 PM