School starts for my children and myself in T minus 72 hours. Our county had the luxury of being one of the last to start back, so the boys were able to squeeze out a little more summer before doomsday arrives. My tenth grader’s battle cry for the past two weeks has been “I can’t go to bed this early (11 pm)! It’s still MY summer!!” Did I mention he has a bit of the dramatic to him? Next week, six a.m. is going to be quite the smack in the face for all of us.
I took my younger one to sneak peek at middle school and fortunately remembered the chaos that panicked an already panicky me on my first go-round five years ago in the hallowed middle school halls. I lined up at a the back gym door with about 25 other parents who have done this before and waited far from the front door crush of newbies. Eric was hellbent on rolling his eyes at me and high five-ing all of his buddies, greeting them with “s’up?” as we waited. Into the empty gym we slipped to pay for his p.e. outfit before the lines formed. I had remembered to bring cash for everything so we were in and out in five minutes flat-woohoo!
Off to navigate the crazy hallways smelling of Axe bodyspray and the familiar scent of pre-teen annoyance to the homeroom. Eric was completely irritated that I stopped to say hello to former students of mine, neighbors and teachers along the way, but we finally arrived to his class. His teacher’s name was Mrs. Fuchs-a pronounciation I avoided attempting until I heard someone else pronounce it. What a name to have with middle school boys!! She was an older teacher (as am I), and I smiled as I overheard the kids debating in line whether that automatically makes a teacher mean if she is over the age of 23.
Fortunately she was warm and kind, taking the time to shake every student’s hand and welcoming them to the class. My child brought me great parental joy as he was too busy looking around the room to make eye contact with her when she spoke to him. When she asked him what the best part of his summer was, he responded, “Laying on the couch and doing nothing!” I guess I should have just saved that money I spent taking him on a week’s cruise and parked his butt on the sofa with a bag of Doritos and the Wii! We survived this little field trip and the real fun begins on Monday morning. With apologies to M.C. Hammer, “Yo sound the bells suckers, schools back in….”