Like, OMG. RU4REAL!?
I registered my kids for school yesterday.
By the way....a much easier process than I ever could have dreamed.
No testing needed to place them... state law requires them to be placed by age.
Any problems after school starts will be handled on a case by case basis.
Armed with shot records and birth certificates,
I started with the elementary school... piece of cake.
Other than the fact that elem school is year-round... and I had to pick a track that would fit my family schedule,(OH.MY.GOSH.DO.I.KNOW.WHAT.MY.SCHEDULE.WILL.BE.THIS.FALL.?!)
it was easy-peasy.
Even met the Principal.
What was he... Like 20?!
A little too... bright & shiney....but seemed pretty well liked by the kids..so...
E keeps valiantly checking the mailbox for the packet they promised to send with all our info for school... Despite the fact that I told her it would probably be a few weeks. She doesn't care. She checks... Just in case. She's reminded me no less than 5 times today that she needs school shoes.
When I drove into the parking lot of the middle school....
I was NOT prepared for what I would stumble across.....
yep, you guessed it... PDA.
With two awkward, acne-ladened kids.
Trying to lookgoth ... I mean 'emo' (gotta have my street cred, yo.)
Not that I'd never seen it... but just not so...
obvious.
My mind touched frantically,albeit briefly, on the city police car in the parking lot just across from the entrance... and a little piece of me was afraid.
Why do we need a police cruiser in the parking lot?!
And why doesn't the officer do something about Mr.&MissEMO?
:::Deep breaths. Breathe:::
I crossed the street and nearly got beaned with a football a group of boys were playing street ball with.
Holy cow... they were really BIG middle-schoolers.
AJ is so ---much smaller..younger...geekier...
oh-man-is-he-even-gonna-fit-in-with-the-geeky-kids?!
:::In through the nose, out through the mouth.Breathe:::
To the tune of a horrid beginner band, wafting through the hallways,
I found the office, presented my case,
and received registration forms and SCHEDULE FORMS...to fill out and bring back on Friday.
I'm thinking they should just pick the schedules in Middle School.
They only get one elective anyway... who cares!?
Especially the choices being beginning band, beginning orchestra, or beginning music.
Wow. Such a variety.
Let 'em pick in High school.
:::Deep Cleansing Breaths:::
On the drive home, I tried not to think of the many scenerios of my son getting a 'swirly' in the girls bathroom, and my daughter in place of PDA-EMO-GIRL in the parking lot. It was a bit overwhelming, to say the least. But...by the time I reached our driveway, I felt I had my emotions under control.
I walked in the door to 3 clamouring kids wondering about their new schools... And I sat them down and showed them what I had... and promised trips out to see the new schools soon.
One by one, they went off to their separate corners of the world to ponder their upcoming lives, leaving Achilles and I at the table.
I looked at him silently, willing him to say something.
Anything.
He simply arched his eyebrow in question.
My reply?
"Your son is going to get his butt kicked by those kids. And let's pray your daughter doesn't get the whole "EMO" thing and wind up pregnant before high school."
Paranoid, much!?
By the way....a much easier process than I ever could have dreamed.
No testing needed to place them... state law requires them to be placed by age.
Any problems after school starts will be handled on a case by case basis.
Armed with shot records and birth certificates,
I started with the elementary school... piece of cake.
Other than the fact that elem school is year-round... and I had to pick a track that would fit my family schedule,(OH.MY.GOSH.DO.I.KNOW.WHAT.MY.SCHEDULE.WILL.BE.THIS.FALL.?!)
it was easy-peasy.
Even met the Principal.
What was he... Like 20?!
A little too... bright & shiney....but seemed pretty well liked by the kids..so...
E keeps valiantly checking the mailbox for the packet they promised to send with all our info for school... Despite the fact that I told her it would probably be a few weeks. She doesn't care. She checks... Just in case. She's reminded me no less than 5 times today that she needs school shoes.
When I drove into the parking lot of the middle school....
I was NOT prepared for what I would stumble across.....
yep, you guessed it... PDA.
With two awkward, acne-ladened kids.
Trying to look
Not that I'd never seen it... but just not so...
obvious.
My mind touched frantically,albeit briefly, on the city police car in the parking lot just across from the entrance... and a little piece of me was afraid.
Why do we need a police cruiser in the parking lot?!
And why doesn't the officer do something about Mr.&MissEMO?
:::Deep breaths. Breathe:::
I crossed the street and nearly got beaned with a football a group of boys were playing street ball with.
Holy cow... they were really BIG middle-schoolers.
AJ is so ---much smaller..younger...geekier...
oh-man-is-he-even-gonna-fit-in-with-the-geeky-kids?!
:::In through the nose, out through the mouth.Breathe:::
To the tune of a horrid beginner band, wafting through the hallways,
I found the office, presented my case,
and received registration forms and SCHEDULE FORMS...to fill out and bring back on Friday.
I'm thinking they should just pick the schedules in Middle School.
They only get one elective anyway... who cares!?
Especially the choices being beginning band, beginning orchestra, or beginning music.
Wow. Such a variety.
Let 'em pick in High school.
:::Deep Cleansing Breaths:::
On the drive home, I tried not to think of the many scenerios of my son getting a 'swirly' in the girls bathroom, and my daughter in place of PDA-EMO-GIRL in the parking lot. It was a bit overwhelming, to say the least. But...by the time I reached our driveway, I felt I had my emotions under control.
I walked in the door to 3 clamouring kids wondering about their new schools... And I sat them down and showed them what I had... and promised trips out to see the new schools soon.
One by one, they went off to their separate corners of the world to ponder their upcoming lives, leaving Achilles and I at the table.
I looked at him silently, willing him to say something.
Anything.
He simply arched his eyebrow in question.
My reply?
"Your son is going to get his butt kicked by those kids. And let's pray your daughter doesn't get the whole "EMO" thing and wind up pregnant before high school."
Paranoid, much!?
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P.S. Also don't forget that junior high sucks for everyone.
In the end, it was the best decision ever for my 2 oldest kids. They are very happy and the schools are fantastic.
Hugs to you...it gets easier.
I'd been considering public school for DS in the fall but he'd be in 7th grade - JR High here. I just don't think I could go there!
Thank heavens for Heavenly Father who is with them all the time even when we can't be. They are good kids and the Spirit can help them through it and your family will be blessed for sticking together doing what's right. Hang in there!
I can't get into your blog!
Emo is what Goth used to be and what Punkrock used to be before that.
:)
LOL