Kindergarten sign up
I had to take Colleen to a dentist’s appointment today. When I picked her up, I ran into her friend Emily’s mom, who told me today was kindergarten sign up day! Ack!
We rushed to her school after the dentist, to find it was a “kindergarten round up” of the whole district being held at another school. So, we fought the afterschool crowd to get over to the second school. (Thankfully, all of the schools in Avon are within a one mile radius.)
They sat the parents like me (crowds of people) who hadn’t filled out paperwork ahead of time in the middle of a very noisy gymnasium and had us work on a stack of forms. I didn’t have anything I needed, like a birth certificate or my husband (for his required signature). I finally got so annoyed, I stormed over to the principal’s table and told them I wasn’t going to complete the paperwork here because it didn’t make any sense that I had to do it there when I didn’t have the required documents anyway! They said ok, give me the number of her entrance test. I didn’t really understand that the “count to 20” thing where the woman checked off three boxes on a sheet of construction paper was a test, so I was a bit confused. (For goodness sake, the kid does addition and understands the concept of multiplication.) In my very irritated, testy state of mind, I got to be reintroduced to her new principal. I made a stellar impression, too. Oh, yeah, and my hair gel failed on the way to this catastrophic even, so my hair was standing on end like a Brillo pad. I think I scared the principals. Half of them were younger than me. I’m sure they were all praying the half-crazed woman wasn’t in their district.
I was in an absolutely horrid state of mind by the time I left. I tried gardening when I got home, but it was spitting rain and the place I was trying to dig up was as hard as cement. So, I’ve been crabbing around the house all night. I’m going to bed early.