Our local district has decided that the Thursday after Labor Day is a perfectly acceptable time to start school. My place of employment would disagree. Trying to work remotely for the past day and a half has shown me again why gymnasts no longer get perfect scores on the balance beam --- because it's hard.
The backpack is packed and the teacher supply bag is full. This year's supplies include a large box of tissues, one cannister of clorox wipes, a large box of a semi-healthy snack, a pack of index cards and a gallon size box of plastic bags. These supplies do not count the supplies in the backpack - the pre-sharpened pencils, the pre-sharpened colored pencils, crayons, markers, glue sticks and the like.
And so another grade begins, along with a new class, and new parents (mostly moms) to get to know so as one of the few out-of-house-working moms, I can find out what happens before and after school - in the all important information chain that is called "walking and talking with coffee in the schoolyard." I am never at these things because, as I said, they are informal and attending will cause me to miss the train for the "slightly less-ambitious". That's transit speak for gets you to the office by 10 am, if it's on time.
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Please tell me you watch the New Adventures of Old Christine
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