Date: September 5, 1989
Age: 12
How was your first day of school? I hear the bus didn't stop. You looked very pretty this morning. I was very proud of you.
Love, Dad
This note seems strange. Telling me I looked pretty, that he was proud of me--seems like something he would write (and has written) during my early childhood, not when I was twelve. By this age, I feel like he would relate to me differently--he'd be more casual, like when mentioning his disdain (or admiration) for the places he's visiting, or joking about Buddy Holly killers, etc. If this postcard wasn't dated or postmarked, I'd think he was referring to my very first time heading off to school--not seventh grade.
I don't know if it's still common for kids to dress more formally on the first day of school. I think my mother had me do it up until high school, and I was hardly the only one who did it. Probably to make a good first impression on the teachers. She would also always take a picture of me leaving for school, whether it be walking to the elementary school that was in my neighborhood, or heading to the bus stop. This was one of those Mom things that always made me roll my eyes.
I don't know if it's still common for kids to dress more formally on the first day of school. I think my mother had me do it up until high school, and I was hardly the only one who did it. Probably to make a good first impression on the teachers. She would also always take a picture of me leaving for school, whether it be walking to the elementary school that was in my neighborhood, or heading to the bus stop. This was one of those Mom things that always made me roll my eyes.
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