So as the time approached, I had no issue with it. The shopping, the planning, the orientation – I lived through with no apprehension. As the day dawned, I was completely fine. He was up with his alarm, ready to go, student ID on, his shirt tucked in, his trumpet & book bag all ready to go. It wasn’t until I dropped the World’s Greatest 7th Grader off at his junior high that it finally dawned on me – I am the mother of a junior high school student. This simply can NOT be true. I am no way that old. At 29 (xx), how can my baby be in junior high?? I don’t know how the math plays out, but he is indeed a 7th grader and I’m still 29!!