The first day of school for the girls was yesterday. I think it was more worrisome and stressful for me than the girls. Or Mom. Mom’s like a Roman Legion. She just marches on and takes everything in stride.
Anyway, I’m sitting around Monday evening getting ready to watch Grimm when it hits me that it’s a school night. First school night since May 31. Gotta get the girls in the shower, gotta outfits ready for the morning, gotta get backpacks ready to go. Sorta freaked me out. Not to mention the fact that I had just spent most of Monday working on the Chronicles of Dad Family Master Matrix Schedule. As of this writing we have at least one kid activity everyday of week except for Wednesdays and Fridays. Although if Riley decides to join choir at school then we have a 6:45 a.m. Wednesday morning addition. She already has dance five days a week. I’m okay if she doesn’t want to add anything.
This year is the first time since the fall of 2008 that the girls won’t all be in the same building. In fact, if my calculations are correct, they’ll never all be in the same building again. At least until they all decide to go to Iowa State. Anyway, Rye started 7th grade. So she’s switching rooms between classes for the first time. Mom and her went to school on Monday and did the walk through to help her find her way around the new building and map out her comprehensive strategy to finding her classes. Do you remember the first time you did this? I do. It went poorly.
We moved from a small town in Illinois to a suburb of Rochester, NY. Small Catholic grade school of about 200 kids to a public high school of about 900. And I didn’t know a soul. Oh and I really, really do not react well to situations in which it is totally new and I have a complete inability to prepare in any real sense. I remember my Mom walking with my sister and I through the halls of our new gigantic high school trying to help us find our way around and I, well, I was a total ass.
Mom said her time with Rye went better than that but was still developing shin splints from walking up and down the stairs so many times. Rye is a bit thorough in her preparation and she wanted to be sure she knew what she was doing.
Rye’s school starts about 7:30. Which means the bus picks her up prior to 7. Yeah, that’s early. In December its going to still be dark outside. And cold. But yesterday it was all still new so Rye was up at 5. She’s like her Dad in the fact that she doesn’t like to be rushed. Kinz and Bails day started with a pretty good surprise. First, I didn’t embarrass them by taking their pictures at the bus stop. I did that at home. But I did walk with them to the bus stop. What? I wanted to see who the other kids were. Gotta make sure they aren’t being influenced by any kids with tendencies toward Democrats/hawkeyes/Ravens. Second, the first bus to arrive at the bus stop was their bus. And it was one minute early. Last year the fourth bus to arrive was their bus and was 15 minutes late. Plus, they got a new bus driver. He wore sunglasses and a Hawaiian shirt. They girls immediately thought he was cool. But when you dress like Magnum and give kids high-fives its tough not be cool. According to the girl’s, the bus driver they had last year was mean. She was grumplestiltskin.
Only fly in the ointment to the first day is the fact that our neighbors are picked up right at the end of their driveway while the girls have to walk to their bus stop. Why you ask? Well, the school district has two policies. One says that any kindergartener and their siblings are to be picked up at their house. Good policy. Kindergarteners are little. They can get lost walking across the hall. Another policy says that NOBODY else can be picked up at that stop. Doesn’t matter if you live right next door and the bus stop is about 40 feet from your front door. So despite the fact that the bus stops to pick up our neighbor’s two kids right next door, our girls cannot get on the bus at that stop. They must instead walk to their stop. Now their stop really isn’t all that far away. But it still seems that these two policies could use a little bit more real world common sense. But so could the media’s reporting on what happened to all that bailout cash. That’s just me though.
Otherwise the first day went well. All the girls had good days. Nobody had any complaints. Kinz and Bails both liked their teachers. Kinz came home genuinely surprised about how nice her teacher was. Bails’ 3rd grade teacher is the same one Riley had four years ago and we think they’ll get along like peas and carrots. Eventually. Until then it’ll be more like Roscoe and the Duke boys.
Rye, since she’s switching rooms between classes has several teachers. Which sorta puts the final nail in the argument of whether or not we have little kids anymore. I, on the other hand, did have a single 7th grade teacher. 7th grade was kinda a tough year for me. My teacher and I had a hard time seeing eye to eye, the NFL players went on strike and wiped out half the season and freaking Mickey hit #1 for a week.
The girls did make some cookies last weekend though. Which was nice. Guess which one is mine.