Starting school.

I remember the summer when I was starting year 7, I'd actually kid myself that monday the 2nd of September would never actually arrive. Even the sunday before I was in complete denial.

At least with uni I don't need to panic as much, just the whole failing my degree thing is a slight worry, but still, only very slight...

My younger cousin Jonathan is starting high school this thursday. I was listening to him yesterday talk about how he can't take a packed lunch because it means you're a loser. I was so close to tears its actually unreal.
In a way he's slightly better off than me, he's got two friends going up with him, both of whom seem as clueless and as impressionable as him. Whereas I, had none!
Like me, he's entering high school with a massive complex. The fat complex. It's really funny how his 11 year+ life is mirroring mine. Around that age I also gained... a bit of extra weight, hah, or puppy fat, whatever. My neighbor once greeted me with, 'Ooh kate, oh haven't you put a lot of weight on!' and yesterday I had to hear of a similar situation with Jonathan and his neighbor. 'Oh Jonathan, look at that big fat belly on you!'...
... the funny thing is though, I took my verbal battering. But Jonathan didn't.

'Thanks moira, but you're not exactly skinny yourself are you!'

brilliant.

I remember at some point in the first week of high school, someone ripped one of my bag straps from my shoulders, claiming it was 'uncool' to wear both. It all does make me laugh now, but in a twisted sort of way, they were trying to help me.

Luckily for him, he's a funny kid with many, many witty comebacks (I can vouch for this!)

But I'll still be a bag of nerves on thursday.