Mark had an exciting day yesterday.
He got his middle school schedule. His trumpet arrived. He walked the halls of the middle school with his friend Adam. I helped them find their classrooms and lockers, pointing out landmarks and reminding them which floor they were on, then I stepped back and allowed them to figure things out on their own. By the end, I was no longer walking with them. They grew confident in that hour.
Overheard as I walked the halls with them:
“It’s a relief to know I couldn’t actually fit in this locker if someone tried to stuff me in.”
“This is actually not as intense as I thought it would be,” as they looked at a display in a classroom.
Mark played his first notes on the trumpet. “That sounded beautiful,” said Adam. “Yep, it did,” replied Mark. “No regrets.”