Excitement, anxiety, and worry.
I was feeling it all night, didn’t really know what to expect from the bigger playground, different classroom, and different group of kids. I tried to stay positive for my son’s sake, and was able to give him the Clear Eyes, Full Hearts, Can’t Lose speech before school and send him off ready to conquer the world, but I was still feeling it in the pit of my stomach. Something that would probably leave my neurotic motherhood personality once I picked him up at the end of the day.
And in truth it’s not so much that I didn’t trust my son, or think how wouldn’t do great, I knew he was gonna let his awesome out, he’s a great kid. I just don’t have faith in the kids and teachers I’ve never met. You know the kind I’m talking about, you see them and you just know, you get that Oh-my-God-I-hope-it’s-not-you feeling. You’re not judging anybody or thinking you’re better than anyone else, you just get that feeling at first sight.You know exactly what I’m talking about. You know. I’m crazy that way, it’s my Guat nature. I accept it.
It’s something I go through every year, at the beginning of the school year.
I’m not sure what to expect from the first grade … other than a massive supply list and less money in my wallet.
1 box of 24 Crayola Crayons … sounds reasonable
3 dozen Ticonderoga #2 pencils (already SHARPENED please) … Really? Dude there’s no time to sharpen 36 pencils and the boxes of pre-sharpened were sold out.
3 reams of white paper …Dude did the school run out before the year started?
3 boxes of Kleenex tissue … One sounds more reasonable.
1-2 packages of hand wipes/disinfectant wipes … I understand this one, I’m a little germaphobic
1 dozen glue sticks … Dude I think a three pack will get you by.
2 yellow highlighters … understandable used to highlight the important notes prior to exams.
Yeah … I’m not sure what to expect, but I do hope for the best and seeing how my son strolled toward the entrance with confidence, as well as a good luck hug from his sister, I was feeling better about the whole thing.
So that’s where I stand on the first grade … that and frustration over bad parking jobs.
Parents c’mon now, c’mon … common sense … common sense.
Good luck to the rest of you.