Tomorrow is the first day of Middle school for you.
I wish for you short classes with long walks in between; top lockers; teachers who inspire; fun PE classes with an opportunity to slam the eighth grade jerk in dodge ball; Twinkies your mothers can’t see you eat; the cool lunch bench; girls that are nicer to you than they are to each other; pants no one tells you to belt; many new friends; a bully who never sees you; cool gym shoes; lunch times that last for hours; one loyal best friend who stands with you through everything; corny jokes; many funny gross sounds only you can make; a science teacher who will enjoy this sick humor; minimal awkward moments; and an easy time adjusting to becoming young men.
You are my future, my brightest hope.
even though you smell.
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