When I got dressed this morning I did the mascara and hair dryer thing, put on ironed pants and found matching socks. I was determined to make a good impression. It’s a big day. Kindergarten Registration.
My husband had me hyped up. It’s imperative that our little one attends afternoon Kindergarten. Morning Kindergarten really is not going to work at our house. I recognize that only buys us a year but we’re both perfectly willing to procrastinate the whole bedtime and early morning process as long as possible.
The packet I had to fill out to register my child to go to school was daunting, six pages plus backup documents. It also raised a lot of questions I’d never really considered. Do I care if the military has access to my child’s data? Visions of the child soldiers in South America flickered through my head. Can someone explain this to me?
When I got to the school it became obvious that I am in over my head. There were lines painted on the road and the sidewalk and I’m not sure what they all meant. Am I supposed to stay to the right or the left? Are some of these for traffic and some for hopscotch? Apparently you can also only enter and exit in certain places. Sigh. Hopefully they send a handbook.
I got a dirty look from the cross walk leader when I jaywalked in the parking lot. My kindergartener was not with me. I’ll have to practice before fall.
The children were already lined up outside the school waiting for the first bell. They looked cold. My heart skipped a beat.
I found the school office by following some other panicked looking parents. I was the third parent to arrive. Third place is okay right?
I handed over my packet and received more paperwork to fill out. They handed me a clipboard with a pen tied to it with string. I leaned over to fill the rest out and promptly got the pen and string stuck in my hair. Not exactly the impression I was trying to make.
When I was finished, I quietly asked with trepidation “Can we request afternoon kindergarten? Please?” The secretary looked at me like I”m sure she looks at all nervous parents and she said almost sternly “I’ll try but I make no promises”.
And then she winked.
And I breathed again.