Interstellar Adventures

August 9, 2006

First Day of School

Filed under: Elle & Zed,Mom Life — by InterstellarLass @ 8:27 am

First Alternate Title: Chaos Reigns

Second Alternate Title: My Tax Dollars Pay for this Crap!?

Today was the first day of school! Elle started second grade and Zed started sixth grade. The school supplies were labelled last night, back packs packed, showers and baths given, clothes laid out at the ready. That will be the last time that happens this school year. I’m totally peeved that I didn’t realize that my lens AND my viewer were fogged up.

We managed to make it out the door after one missing lunch box (hmmm…Zed, why was it on the floor under the comforter of your unmade bed?) and a dispute over who would put the sandwich in the baggie. I have to mediate this kind of crap? Traffic to Elle’s school was horrendous. But, I managed to score an up-front parking spot on the street. Bonus!

We located her class and got her settled in. Her locker was broken…obviously…so why it was assigned in the first place I’ll never know. But her Supergirl backpack was hung next to her lunchbox, and she sat down in her seat and started her work. My baby…sniff. Check out that smile!

 

Zed’s morning was much more dramatic. We parked across the street, and I took my last picture of him there. Against my mom instincts to take pictures inside, I knew he needed all the cool points he could get, so I left the camera in the car. The sacrifices I make. Have you ever seen such a cool kid? That look on his face says “I’m cool!”.

The teachers at the front door were directing kids and parents were to go. We needed a new schedule because Zed was put in the wrong band class…he’s playing clarinet but was assigned to the tuba class. For that, you need to go to the counselor’s office. Zed and I go to the counselor’s office. After waiting for a couple of minutes, we’re told the counselors are in the gym. So we go to the gym. No, the other gym. Who knew there were two gyms. We wait in the 6th grade counselors line. At our turn, we explain that he was assigned to the wrong band class and that he’s supposed to have a new schedule. She checks her stack. No Zed. She takes his name, student ID and band instrument. But we still need a reprint of the other. I made a huge error in judgement in thinking that they would actually have done what they needed to have done and didn’t figure that we’d need the old schedule. Just one more thing to lose. And it has his student ID AND locker combination printed on it, so I didn’t want that extra floating around.

Instructions to ask for Robyn and an Aggie Schedule were given, and Zed and I went to the front office. I talk to the first lady in the office. Do you have your blue slip? No, I’m wearing pants today, I don’t need a slip. Oh, you mean a slip of paper. No, we weren’t given a slip of paper. You need the slip of paper.

Zed and I walk back to the gym. The line is 15 people long. I’m not waiting. I march around the line to the counselor. They said we need a blue slip of paper. Blue slip? I don’t know anything about that. Just ask for Robyn.

We walk back to the front office. Stand at the back of the line. After a moment, a woman I can only assume is Robyn stands up and states: If you don’t have a blue slip with a password, I can’t print your schedule. My stress level rises, and I speak up from the back of the line. I’ve been to the counselor twice. The second time she said she didn’t have any blue slips. I was told to ask for Robyn and an Aggie Schedule. Robyn heaved a huge sigh and told me to come to the front of the line. I could feel the daggers of other parents’ eyes, stabbing me in the back with imaginary darts. Last name? L A S T N A M E. Zed? Yes, please. Printing. Then Robyn turns to the first blue slip woman and instructs her to go tell the counselor she’s doing it wrong.

I take Zed’s schedule and look it over, realizing he’s already been switched. Nice person that I am, I go to tell the counselor that his schedule is already changed, and she can mark him off her list. She sees me and said They still didn’t give it to you? No, I told her. His schedule is already changed. You can mark him off your list.

I resisted the urge to hug and kiss my boy all over his little head, but again, I wanted to reserve any cool points he may have.

On my way out the door, I hear another teacher tell another student that they need to go to the counselor’s office to pick up their schedule. I turn to her and tell her that they actually sent us to the gym and the counselors are in there with the schedules. As I walked away I hear Well, they can just tell them in the counselor’s office. I felt my eyes melt out of my head and my body combusted in disbelief.

I can’t wait to see what the elementary car-pick-up-route holds for me later today.

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14 Comments »

  1. Ugh… and all that just this morning!? I haven’t even left the house yet…

    It makes me awfully glad that I don’t have to deal with that, though! Such a job.

    But the pictures are great! They look so excited.

    Comment by jess — August 9, 2006 @ 8:43 am |Reply

  2. I can’t believe it. 2nd and 6th grade. Wow. I remember my first day at 6th grade. Mom and Dad took pictures outside, inside, and Mom gushed all over me. I hope Zed appreciates your restraint. Cool points are indeed important. Can’t wait for this Friday!!! By the way, can I at least know when and where we are meeting? I think I need to know that. *smiles*

    Man in the Flickr Pics of my B-Day I look absolutely terrified of the camera. But it was a great dinner. Love ya lots!

    Comment by Brittany — August 9, 2006 @ 8:48 am |Reply

  3. And, that was all in an hour right? I am not allowed to even talk to my son when he is at school. But, he is all over me at home. He’s the Coolness, dontchaknow… Love the superman shirt.

    I hope they have a great day.

    My girls start sixth grade in a couple of weeks. They go to a K-8 school so the transisition will not be as bad as when my son went to fifth grade and middle school….that sent us right over the edge and into catholic school. So now I get to pay tuition and tax dollars for one of the best school districts in the state…What is wrong w. this picture?

    Comment by nancy — August 9, 2006 @ 9:36 am |Reply

  4. OH my god. I was about to combust from reading this!!! They need signs and better COMMUNICATION!
    Elle’s smile is precious, she looks like a fun kid. 🙂
    Hope Zed has a better day today. He’s cool like that…oh yeah.

    Comment by Laura — August 9, 2006 @ 11:13 am |Reply

  5. p.s. the camera fogging up, that happens to me all the time. Drives me crazy!!!

    Comment by Laura — August 9, 2006 @ 11:14 am |Reply

  6. The fog robbed me of some valuable “first day of school” pics of Carlotta at Blanton Elementary in Carrollton. The humidity and A/C colide and produce a cold front with evidently a miniature thunderstorm on the inside of the camera.

    Oh yes, and the brilliance. We got to do that yesterday at registration. Our school is much better now than when we had the kids in Missouri at LarryCurlyMoe Elementary.

    Good luck and love the smell of freshly sharpened pencils in the morning.

    Comment by Surrender Dorothy — August 9, 2006 @ 12:48 pm |Reply

  7. Great pics, they look ready to “git ‘er done!”.

    Our kids start next Monday, but I’ve already had the “rehearsal” at the pick-up-your-schedule-and-all-other-related-back-to-school-crap event on Monday of this week. I told the kids that that was their Disneyland experience: Stand in line to stand in line to stand in another line to …

    At least they didn’t expect me to wear a blue slip!

    Comment by AbbyNormal — August 9, 2006 @ 1:22 pm |Reply

  8. Aw, they look so good and so happy. And I understand what you mean about having the clothes laid out and everything in perfect order. Why does that not happen from start to finish? Why do we let those routines fizzle out?

    Comment by Jolynn — August 9, 2006 @ 1:43 pm |Reply

  9. What a hectic day, running all over the school. Kids here finished their school year about a month ago. We’ve got the pleasure of them running wild in the streets now 😦

    Roll on the new school year in September I say!

    Comment by Claire — August 9, 2006 @ 3:46 pm |Reply

  10. what do you mean, they don’t want to acknowledge you in public???? So they get to hang on you like a rag doll for years and never give you a moment of peace only to later disown you?

    I guess I should take every kiss and hug I get now and stop moaning about the clinging, huh?

    Comment by Kristen — August 9, 2006 @ 7:36 pm |Reply

  11. Elle is a cutie! And Zed looks like a young man.

    I miss my Batman t-shirt.

    Comment by Bone — August 9, 2006 @ 9:35 pm |Reply

  12. Stress! hope the lessons kick start in Superman fashion!

    Comment by wisbo — August 10, 2006 @ 2:12 am |Reply

  13. They both look so cute, so smiley, so happy. (They’re probably just excited about getting into all those new school supplies!) Hope they have a great year.

    Thanks for sharing your bad haircut story with us. I know it was traumatic to dredge up the memories….. Hope it was your last bad one by the way! 🙂

    Comment by shpprgrl — August 10, 2006 @ 9:20 pm |Reply

  14. I looooved this post. This would have/could have been me! Crap like this happens to me ALL THE TIME! LOL.

    Last year (7th grade) they put Coffeekid in Chorus. He doesn’t WANT to take chorus. They were supposed to change his schedule but the counselors were ‘busy’ so they told him to just sit in the other part of the room at a table and read or draw for the day. And the second day? The same. Third? Same. They NEVER got around to changing his schedule. When he finally saw the counselor they said he may as well just leave it as it was and use it as a study hall.

    His final grades? Showed he got an A in chorus. LOL.

    Comment by meritt — August 16, 2006 @ 3:05 pm |Reply


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