A week, thats all it took before the teachers started calling the house. I've got 3 children in school, the older 2 each have 7 teachers and the youngest has 3... Every teacher gave my children at least 2 papers for the parents to read and sign. Thats approximately 34 forms that I had to read and sign. Do I remember which ones I signed? Did I really even read each and every one? Are you nuts? So when this teacher says 'Do you remember the paper I sent home for you to read and sign because your daughter hasn't returned it yet,' I actually stammered when I said 'Yes, I signed it the other day. I'll make sure she turns it in.' Good grief, I felt just like I did back in school when my own teacher would put me on the hot seat for not turning in my homework.
Unfortunately the form is no where to be found. Wonderful! I suppose I'll be getting another call today saying 'I thought you said you signed the paper and your daughter would be turning it in today!' Thank goodness I don't have call-waiting. The teachers are just going to have to wait their turn. After all, I'm a very popular parent. They'll probably all have my phone number on speed dial before the 1st quarter is over. I knew there was at least one reason I was glad school was out for the summer... it sure was nice not having to worry about which teacher would be calling and for what. Well, at least I don't have to worry about running into them at work anymore. They used to corner me at the store... I'd be standing there in my bright red vest and they'd come rushing up, tattling about one of my children and all I could do was smile and thank them for their concern while my customers listened in, shaking their heads like Oprah's audience.
No sign of the snake, but the paper plates are still laid down throughout the house just in case it gets thirsty. I stepped on something in the dark the other night and there was a popping sound. Oh gracious, I was hoping it wasn't the snake. Fortunately it was just a bag of cottonballs that had fallen and the cottonballs shot out all over the carpet when the bag burst. It could have been way worse, it could have been snake guts all over thefloor and wall!
I now know what it feels like to step on a snake! No, not the little runaway snake, but a big bull snake at the pond. I didn't actually see it, but I felt it moving under my shoe. I didn't need to see it to know that it was one very unhappy snake! I high-tailed out of there as fast as I could. I don't know who was happier when I got to the path... me or the bull snake!
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Snake guts!..Please, don't even go there!
There's something about a teacher that brings out the child in us all over again! Whenever I have to send a note in to school, I make sure I check the spelling at least 3 times!
Tilly
http://journals.aol.co.uk/tillysweetchops/Adventuresofadesperatelyfathouse
Eww on the snake picture you painted!LOL! And sorry about the harrassing teachers @@.
Hugs,
xo
Heather
oh man don't you hate all the paper work ugh... hope you find the snake
Essayons
Deb
haha you were a CSM? lolololololol
sweet!
they wanted my mom to be one b/c she was a good cashier, but she didnt want to do it........... cudlnt handle all the coustomers b****in. lolololol
I love that image of poofing cottonballs - thanks for the laugh!
Jodi, I love you, you are such a trip!
If I had as many kids as you, I'd be..... let's see.....
Stockard Channing singing "Beauty School Drop Out" in memory of what I could have been doing instead of being a mom!
Truthfully, my kids were spoiled brats with private school educations, unlike yours. That didn't stop them from acting out their personalities, though. (Chips off the old block, I'd ruefully guess)
They all went to the same private Quaker middle school that (hint) Julie Nixon Eisenhower also attended. The youngest would stand up in meeting. (I don't know much about Quaker meeting, but evidently you're supposed to stand up when the spirit moves you and have something notable to contribute.) Well, he would just stand up and fart. Period. He lasted one year.
The middle one mooned his bare ass out the back of the school bus after a soccer match with the school's biggest competitor, Tower Hill. The guy in the car behind the bus just happened to be a Tower Hill parent, and didn't appreciate that his kid had just been licked by a Quaker. He called my son's principal....
I got a call from the middle school principal the very next day, (a very prim and proper New England Harvard graduate), telling me the horrible crime that my kid had perpetrated, (namely mooning out the back of a bus) and alerting me that my kid had been suspended for the next 3 days.
Truthfully, I ROF and LMFAO as she gave me the details.
"Nice punishment, Ms. Buchanan", I finally said through the tears that rolled down my cheeks. That second kid lasted 3 years at that prestigious school.
I won't get into what the oldest son did. It would take volumes! But guess what? He graduated!!!!!!!
Maryanne
oh, my goodness...i know how you feel. my only request of my youngest was that the principal & I not get on a first name basis,the way we did with her older sister
marti
You knew they would find you. It was preordained. And guess what...the dust bunnies are in rebellion they took off with the missing paper..holding it for ransom no more vacuming! LOL...I am still laughing at reading MaryAnne's too..she's a pistol also....Sandi http://journals.aol.com/sdoscher458/LifeIsFullOfSurprises
Oh yeah, I'm really looking foward to all those wonderful school forms...yuck!! I also have 3 kids in school, and it's a lot of paperwork..lol!
Robyn :)
I sure don't miss those days of signing all those papers. I thought it was the kids that were in school, not the parents, why do we have to have home work.
Hugs, R.C.
I cannot do without your journal!!!
I have been away so I am behind. Glad you have broadband and pics back, sorry you have to fix lunch, I am sorry you have a snake lose in your house and hope that no one steps on it, I hate those damn school forms, can't they just send last years so we can just re-initial it - nothing changes!!!!
Be well - come visit me again!!!
Dawn
http://journals.aol.com/princesssaurora/CarpeDiem/
Poetry:
I am a teacher, and I had to send out lots of forms for parents to sign too. But none of them were from me...they were handed down from the powers that be, and I graciously obeyed. Have fun signing the forms!!
~Amber
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