First grade is going well. I know this because on the first day of school, John came home and sat down and wrote a four-page story. He's been balky all summer about writing, concerned that his letters don't look good. But last Thursday, he seemed to have forgotten that.
I also know this because I stopped by school on the first day to drop off his lunch money. I had to go talk to the lunch ladies directly, and wanted to get out of there before he came in, so as not to embarrass him. But he spotted me and called me over.
"Hey, buddy, how's it going?"
"Great great great great great!" he said. And every time he said "great," he jumped. Looks like a seal of approval to me.