A+6 August 4 - 17, 2007
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the routine, too. Forgotten is last
night’s desperate vow never to go
back to school again.
Looking at my now third-grade
son, ready for the day, I smile at his
one-man homage to Spiderman:
shirt, shoes, backpack, lunchbox.
I take in his gap-toothed grin,
his hesitant brown eyes, his wavy
hair grown “medium” length
because he likes it that way. In
Submitted photo one glance I see both the baby he
SKY HIGH: Local iQ Academy director Lisa McClure took
once was and a reflection of the
to the sky with her laptop to show how iQ Academy
man he will become. Then I laugh
students can go to school anywhere. McClure and crew
later jumped from the plane, performing skydive stunts
because that man is wearing a size
with their laptops. iQ Academy, currently accepting
7, cherry red Spiderman T-shirt.
students for enrollment, offers free tuition, laptop and Our family is fortunate enough
printer for Chandler high school students and is affiliated
to live just a block away from Hull
with Chandler Pinnacle Charter School located at 900
E. Pecos, Suite. 8, in Chandler. Info: www.iqacademyaz.
Elementary; so Evan, preschool
STSN photo by Gordon Murray
com. Shown (L-R): Mark Wienman, Omar Alhegelan, Amy brother Bennett, my husband
NEW YEAR, NEW SCHOOL: Principal Dan Serrano assists one of the first new students at
Chmelecki, Ty Losui and Lisa McClure.
and I resume our daily pilgrimage Perry High in Gilbert, with her schedule.
and join the throng of kids and
Suddenly, Bennett glances around and asks,
parents traveling the greenbelt path.
“Where’s Evan?”
The day’s magic droops a bit as the hot, humid
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“Remember, he’s back at school today,” I answer.
morning takes its toll. Not surprisingly, the actual
“Oh.” Then, “I miss Evan.”
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drop-off is a bit anticlimactic as our new third-grader
Even though we just said goodbye, I miss him, too.
spots some friends and eagerly picks up where he left
But I know Evan is where he needs to be, that this
off last spring. We turn back and pass by kindergarten
first day of school and its magic is really about his
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moms fighting tears as their babies miraculously
journey, not mine. I just hope that someday, when the
transform into boys and girls. And I hold my own
reflection of the man I saw becomes reality, Evan still
4-year-old baby’s hand a little tighter, silently giving
wears a cherry red Spiderman T-shirt once in a while.
thanks for one more year before those tears are mine.
Just not a size 7.
We begin the quiet walk home, reflective yet eager
for air-conditioning. The cicada-filled trees surround Natalie Morris is a freelance writer and lives with her husband
us with a monsoon song that somehow fits the
and their two sons in Cooper Commons. She can be reached at
morning’s bittersweet mood.
Natalie@SanTanSun.com.
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