It took me over a week to decipher the strange red slash I found next to my son's name on all the papers where he wrote his name. Could it be an unfinished checkmark or a line? I ignored it, but it kept showing up. It then dawned on me, it was the number 1. It turns out my son has been assigned a number and every time he writes his name on his homework or school work, he must write his number! I'm thankful he is not number 13, I wonder if there is a child that is number thirteen, or like floors in tall buildings, number thirteen has been skipped? I have started calling my child "number 1". They really do like their numbers out in the burbs. You get a number for sports, and now a number for school. Hopefully, this is not practice for getting a prison number. Prisoner 24601.
We went to open house for my daughter yesterday. We followed her 9 period schedule and dutifully went from classroom to classroom. My legs ached after walking the hallways. Open house is always a very scary time. Will everything go OK after the honeymoon is over? When will the phone calls begin? Will they begin? Last year, which was our first year in the suburbs, the phone calls began soon after the open house. So, we had a lovely honeymoon, but a very troubled marriage with the school.
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