flustered

This word best described my son after two days of high school. Day 1 was fine,Day 2 required a quick dash up to school before the locker area was secured for the night because he got hopelessly muddled about the difference between a workbook and a text book. His sister got him sorted. There is so much to remember for a year seven - notes to have signed, rooms to find, names to remember. As he said wistfully, primary school is SO EASY, everything in one tub in your one room with one teacher.I'm just smoothing everything down and accommodating any whim this week, and his favourite dinner (spag carbonara) tonight.

Happily,today, Day 3, he told me he was in a group of "ten new friends" and they hung out at lunchtime. Forget the academic stuff, this is all I want to hear this week.

I am flustered in a good way. I stupidly reserved all my heart's desire for reads in the next month or so, and they all arrived on my desk today. I have nearly finished Adam Fould's "The Quickening Maze" so tomorrow I will go through the dozen or so I now have stockpiled.