I was so happy to see Olivia studying this morning, during a school holiday. Last night she came home from her job at the grocery store. A job she really likes--and they like her. But between the job, her social life and honors classes, she is afraid of getting behind. I reminded her that school must come first, but I can certainly understand her pride in being so needed at a job. The dependable one. The one who finishes a task better and faster than a boss expects. We can become addicted to the praise, of being needed. Hey, I need someone to help with the dishes. Somehow that's not as important. Her junior high school year, does it get easier, or harder? I don't recall.