Friday, October 12, 2007

Why am I the dork parent that signs up for parent teacher conference at 7:00 AM??


That is what I was asking myself on a day when the kids had NO SCHOOL why am I still getting up at 6?

I get to school- 2 minutes late
I get lost in the school- now am 4 minutes late
Seanna is in another building- now am 6 minutes late

I walk in the room-

I am so sorry I am late (I suddenly revert back to 3rd grade myself and mentally tell myself you the adult- don't slip into a desk and pull out a notebook out of your purse-reminder you use pens now)

Well I can see now why Seanna walks in at the last minute every day says Mr. Martelli.

Really I think

Suddenly he burst out in laugher-

The tension is broken

I have a permission slip from my Mom as to why I am late I say as I sit down- It was very hard to get as they are in the air flying to Brazil right now.

Immediately knowing why I like him- he responds- And I bet the dog ate your homework too? How did he know?

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3rd grade for Cylinda was a little different

I went to a school that had no screens, only louvered windows. The school was shut down when it was raining as we had galvanized tin roofs and it was loud. I went to a private school with my bag lunch of salami with peppers sandwich (complete with miracle whip-gross) an apple and on a good day Cheetos.

In first grade I had all of the first graders in my class that knew how to spell their name - sign my petition to change the drinking fountain in the front of the school turned into a kool-aid (red preferred) - The principal did not agree. My first sign that I should not run for 1st grade student government.

First grade was also the year that I told the swimming teacher I forgot my suit four weeks in a row- until the note went home. Then I reverted to the excuse that I had surgery on my belly button and the stitches had not healed yet. That only was good for two weeks.

Second grade- I fell and hit my head on the corner of my teacher’s desk while running up to take the erasers out to be cleaned (can you spell brown-noser?). My parents where on another island, my brother went to the ER with me- all the while saying- if you wouldn't have run you- you wouldn't need stitches. I came home to find my babysitter had just run over our cat.

Third Grade-I went dumpster diving in the neighborhood trash bin and found some 3 inch platform sandals too good to pass up. On the last day of school I put them in a brown paper sack and put them on when I got to school. My legs were so tall I could not fit them under my desk the whole day. But I was the envy of all of the girls. That was until my Mom came across the stashed paper bag in a cleaning exploit over the summer. Not so cool then.

Forth Grade-Saturday Night Fever just came out- I remember them playing the record (for you younger ones that is a large disk that is black and looks like a CD but larger) and me standing there as I knew I was not to dance. At last the whole class was dancing but me. One boy- Joey Garcia came up and asked if I wanted to dance- I told him I don't dance- and he said I don't either just stand there and make circles with your hands and I will too. I held that in for two weeks until one night at prayers- I had to come clean with my Dad. Dad- your daughter is going to hell. I will miss you while you are in heaven? Why Cylinda? I danced with my hands- My feet stayed still- but I made circles out of my hands.

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The teacher's conference was over- Seanna is at 95th percentile for her age. John is going to Emma's at 10:00 - that will be a diff. story. Seanna is John- Emma poor dear is her mother!

2 comments:

VS said...

when I need medicine (laughter) I read your blog!

LOVE YOU LOTS!
Vicki S.

Jim and Linda Poitras said...

This is one of my favorites. I've just spent the last hour or so blog hunting for it.