It feels like Thursday. Like the week has gone and had its way with me for four long, hard days. But no. It's only Tuesday. Yet I'm already exhausted. And this evening's elementary orientation at the girls' school did nothing to help the matter. It occurred to me pretty much immediately that this is going to be a very tough year that I am not in least looking forward to. Who says back-to-school angst ends when you're out of school...
Shelby's 2nd grade teacher isn't new to us. Darby had her in 2nd grade and she is nice. She got to know us more than what may be typical because Darby broke her leg a few days before the beginning of 2nd grade. Has it been two years already?
Just a couple days ago, Darby was claiming to my step-mother that she was excited to start 4th grade. Today, when asked, Darby said she was scared to start school. Why the sudden change of heart? Because she met her 4th grade teacher, and knows she's going to have to work her butt off. Her teacher, while plenty nice, is clearly no-nonsense inclined and made her point by putting the parents to work during orientation. Usually you just leave your kid's bag of school supplies on their desk and their first activity of the school year is to put them up. Well, Darby's teacher had all the parents contributing to putting the bulkier items away, she said so that she wouldn't detract too much from class time, as they already have a spelling test on the schedule in less than a week. You should have seen Darby cringe.
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