Tomorrow, we are interviewing a high school for Emily.
Yep, you read the right. A HIGH SCHOOL. In Montreal, there is no middle school. 7th grade begins high school.
So, I am just this side of a major panic/anxiety/complete mothering meltdown in which I weep for my Youth whilst simultaneously trying to disengage all the memories of what goes ON in High Schools. More specifically, what I was doing in High School. Ergo, what Emily will be getting up to in High School, made only more god-awful by the not-invented-when-I-was-in-high-school Digital technology.
Makes a woman want to wrap her daughter in suit of barbed wire secured with a double chastity belt and run for the hills.
Combine this with my continuing attempt to wade through possibly the most terrible part of 'ze PhD - the methodology - and I can feel my fragile grasp on reality slipping away into the loving arms of Zynga Games on Facebook.
We are interviewing a high school tomorrow.
Hold me, Internet.