Girlfriend's Guide to Surviving Senior Year

No one warned me about senior year. Everyone would just smile, hug me, and tell me how proud I must be. I was proud alright. Proud that on this day I didn't end up in jail needing bail money.

You see, senior year is much like the birthing process. Except instead of birthing a tiny human you are birthing an adult. Which, if you ask me, is a much more difficult and emotional task.

When our first daughter entered senior year, I decorated her car with the window chalk that read "This is my last first day of school." I had pictures of her holding her kindergarten picture. I cried as she drove off to school thinking gosh where have 18 years gone? How can we be here already? But here we were. So in those first days when people would hug me and say "You must be so proud", my heart would swell and my eye would leak with excitement and anxiety as we prepared her for the first day of the rest of her life.