In addition to making mostly unfruitful attempts at locker opening, Lydia and I spent Tuesday afternoon roaming the overly warm school—halls humming with stress and anticipation—as everyone went in search of their classrooms. On the things-to-worry-about-before-starting-middle-school scale, finding rooms pales in comparison to finding out if any of your friends are in your classes. Over the weekend, Lydia went so far as to ask her math-major dad to figure out the probability that she would have at least one friend in each class. Although the numbers he had to work with were sketchy at best, he was happy to oblige. I don’t know what answer he came up with, but the flurry of texts to various friends with pictures of schedules revealed that even if she’s lost and unable to open her locker, at least she will have friends in all of her classes. It’s a good thing, too, as she threatened that there was no way she could possibly go to school if she didn’t. #middleschool
