Well, we’re in the deep weeds now.
We’ve officially completed our first full week with two kids in middle school. They have 22 months between them but are in back-to-back grades at school. They walk the same hallways, have (some) of the same teachers, and aren’t the least bit afraid to express opinions about rules, staff, and dress code.
Here are a few nuggets I’ve gleaned from the first week of school.
“I think I finally found my hallelujah
I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life
Now all my dreams are coming true, yeah
I’ve been waiting for this moment
Feels good to be alive right about now”
Andy Grammar – “Good to be Alive (Hallelujah)”
Oh buddy, I’m gonna wait while you click on that link and dance to some Andy Grammar this morning. Go on, really…this song nails it today.
Enjoyed a little groove there? (STILL haven’t listened? Click on the link, people!)
It’s the first day of school in my county. Can a mama get an amen?
“School days, school days
Dear old Golden Rule days
‘Reading and ‘riting and ‘rithmetic
Taught to the tune of the hick’ry stick…”
Will Cobb and Gus Edwards ©1907
This song has always left me with more questions than answers. Why do they say “dear old” Golden Rule days? Did they graduate out of that one? Why does Reading have an apostrophe in front of it when you haven’t dropped a letter? And how exactly does that hickory stick set the rhythm? I imagine a teacher thumping a walking stick on the floor, but it also makes me think about nuns and those rulers…
At any rate, we’ve reached the final weekend before school begins – that milestone deserves an academic edition of Things I Just Can’t Handle.
Leave it to my youngest to bring up back to school shopping. In July. While on vacation.
I guess one could praise Bear for her foresight and responsibility. Me? I fell back on Advanced Parenting 301. I said I didn’t want to think about it until August.
And dammit, here we are.
And, in honor of the first day of August…
“On Sunday, we got one of those fabulous automated calls of which I’m so incredibly fond. Sassy’s middle school principal had a seven-point audio presentation for us, and one of those seven points was the supply list. The supply list. I fuckin hate the supply list.”
This is way more than your typical school supply list rant. It is a laugh out loud funny look at our new academic demands, including commentary on elementary socialism and quantity overkill. Bwahahahaha!
Shady Ass School Supply Lists | joeyfullystated
In honor of winding up the school year (or having just finished, depending upon your luck), here’s a word from an epic school band parent.
“Phase I: Excitement and anticipation.
Whether you child plays woodwinds, brass, or percussion (like mine), you will be excited to attend this important event, potentially the performance of a lifetime. All year your child has been waking up early twice a week to get to band practice, instrument in tow. Finally you get to hear the fruits of his labor! You mark your calendar, rearrange appointments, and shuffle any competing extracurricular activities so that the whole family is available to be in attendance. How often are you treated to a night of FREE musical entertainment, after all?”
The 10 phases of attending a school band concert | Screaming into my Pillow
I know I’m not the only one doing a jig these days.
Parents, teachers, teaching assistants, club leaders, students, PTO, administration, bus drivers, cafeteria workers, custodians…we’re all doing the happy dance. Some of us right out in the open, some when no one’s looking, but feet are tapping all over the county.
We are on the downhill slide to to summer. Can I get a hallelujah?
I know, I know…the end of the school year requires a frenetic pace, kind of like a mouse hopped up on amphetamines, but the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow is so worth it. Down days, no homework, a change in plans. There may be schedules to keep in the summertime, but the idea of getting to basketball camp instead of rushing to homeroom is much more palatable.
It’s so close you can almost taste it. Are your dancing shoes ready?
My post as part of Colline’s Gratitude Project.
Teachers are da bomb, y’all. Da. Bomb.
They show up – every single day – no matter what. Budget cuts, political upheaval, poor working conditions. Kids from single parent homes, military homes, families living below the poverty line, families who’ve never caught sight of the poverty line. Kids with no support at home, either because the parents place a minimal value on education or they’re working two or three jobs to pay the bills.
Teachers show up for all of our babies, and they lay it on the line. Because that’s the only way to reach so many different kids in one classroom. Because no one goes into teaching for the salary and prestige.