For the final time

I have washed James's school uniform. After the end of this week, he no longer needs it.
And so the end of his uniformed school career ends.
No drama, no fuss - well apart from a week with 5 GCSE exams and his final assembly on Friday afternoon. Beyond that, half term and then 10 more exams.
I am suffering more anxiety about his exams than I ever did about mine. I hope my parents didn't worry this much. Maybe it's because I am a part of the system?