At 8:10 a.m. this morning on the dot Oliver and I headed off up Prince Street toward Prince Street School for his first day of Grade One. On the way up the street we were the recipients of waves and shouts of congratulations; I also received a healthy share of knowing looks. We got to the school at 8:23 a.m.; two minutes to spare.
At 8:25 a.m. the first bell went off (except it wasn’t really a bell; it was more like the soft gong one hears at the Metropolitan Opera to signal the end of intermission) and Oliver headed into the throng. They told us at parent orientation night back in the spring that we shouldn’t cry — sets the kids off with the wrong attitude about school, apparently — and I just barely succeeded.