Calm and collected (yeah right), looking all cool and stuff (think he did that one OK), my young man is off to his first day of 9th grade. Just love how he's snarling at me - 'don't take my pic mom!! GAH!'
High School!!! Where did the time go?!?
Unfortunately for him, I had to accompany him on his first day. So uncool of me, but hey, it's all his Dad's (the ex) fault. Dad is the dork that forgot to turn in such important papers as the Immunization record and birth certificate copies last Friday when they were there for orientation. After all I went through to get the immuni records from the doctor's last minute too. Pissed off is a nice way of describing my mood when I heard the news Friday morning.
And then Dad conveniently left town.
I would have been very content to stay home and not to be tossed around in a hallway full of screeching teens. "LIKE OMG!!!!! I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH ADRIANNA!!!" "LIKE OMG!!!! STEVE, IS THAT REALLY YOU?!?!?!?" "LIKE OMG!!!! I LOVVVVVVE YOUR OUTFIT!!" "LIKE OMG!!! WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR HAIR GIRL?!?!?!"
At least I didn't embarrass him while we were there. Not like some parents who argued that their kid should be allowed in school even though they had none of the required paperwork. The thought 'what makes YOU so freakin' special' popped up in my head many times as I listened to all these conversations. Everyone else has to do all this frakkin' crap, if you don't have to turn it in, I'm outta here, cos then I don't have to either dammit!
But, I was good and stood in the midst of that sea of hormones, teen fashion and bad hair, turned in the paperwork we had, filled out the paperwork we didn't, signed my life away, asked a few important questions, they handed him his schedule, and I left. But not before I took a peek at his schedule for today. Drama, English Literature, Advisory, and Global Studies. Sometime soon he's going to be taking his placement tests that were scheduled while we were on vacation in England.
I came THIS CLOSE...THIS CLOSE people...to giving him a hug and a smooch before I left. I restrained myself...and then sniffled all the way home.
Oh, and I REALLY SHOULD have marked that little box that asked you to specify which language you wanted to receive school mail and announcements in, as something other than English for the Ex. Spencer talked me out of it. I was thinking Chinese. Would have served him right for taking off and leaving me with all the forms and stuff AGAIN.
That would have been the ultimate pay back...I wish Spencer wasn't so goody two-shoes...but oooooh....just thinking of it helped me feel better. Heh Heh Heh...
Can't wait to hear about it all when he gets home:
Me: How was your first day?
Him: OK.
Yep, can't wait to hear allllll about it.
