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First Day of School

It's Sammy's first day back at school full time. I'm so excited for him. It's been two years since he's gone full time. He was willing to work full time while I finished up my degree. Now, it's finally time for him to go back to school and finish up his degree. I'm so proud of him for going back to school and not just settling. He's in for a lot of hard work, but he's willing to do that work and get it done! 

I'm going to do my best to get a picture of him this morning with his back pack :)

This will also be my first time not going back to school since kindergarten. This is literally the weirdest thing ever. I don't know what to do with myself. Actually I do. I'm going to finish up my writing, and read, and just enjoy my time without that nagging feeling of having a homework assignment that I should be working on. It's fantastic.
 
So on this first day of school for some, and my first day without going to school, I hope everyone has a great day. And I can't find the picture of me on my first day of kindergarten, so I found one of me with a backpack instead :) This is also why I'm never getting bangs by the way. 

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  1. BaileyAugust 22, 2016 at 9:25 AM

    I just got asked today at Walmart if school has started back. I was just like "Well I graduated college 3 years ago so I'm not really sure" LOL

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