Right now I feel like driving down to my kid’s school and leaving my son’s vomit coated, Merrell suede shoes on the principal’s desk. You might wonder why I’m feeling the need to do what might seem at this point, a senseless thing. I promise it will make sense when I’m done.
My kids got off the school bus today not filled with great things to say about their day. In fact, my second grader had a bruised and swollen finger along with a bruised fingernail that he will most likely lose. My kindergartener had another great day, he was vomited on and sent home without anyone cleaning him up, no note as to what happened, and put on a 40 minute bus ride. Lovely!
No one called about our son who had his finger slammed in a locker by another student. Oh yes, that was what caused the injury. Nope, no call, nothing but a form from the health office that said bruised finger, student can move it, slammed in locker.
As for the vomit and my kindergartener, there was no notification of any kind. Nothing, nada, zip, zero, zilch to tell us what happened. Nothing but our child to recant the story. What if our child had not been forthcoming, how would we know? What if we were picking him up to go directly to a doctor’s appointment? Do you know what he was told by the teacher’s assistant in his class? He was told to go home and take his pants, socks and shirt off and take a shower. He was also told to take his suede Merrells and throw them out.
So now does it make a little more sense why I want to march into that school and leave the ruined $60 shoes on the principal’s desk? I however, will leave a note, letting him know my thoughts on the matter. Common core will seem like a picnic after I express how I’m feeling.
So what do you think? How would you handle the situation? I would love to hear your views. Hope your kids had a better day.
Before even the official start of Autumn we have frost warnings, are using the heat and building roaring fires in our fireplaces. Sure there are some days when we have a taste of true Autumn but never a season of it. We seem to move from Summer right to Winter with a short stop at Autumn beginning late August. My husband laughed when I told him that he needed to finish the new porch railings a few weeks ago because we would never get to paint and stain if he didn’t because soon the snow would fly. Let’s just say he’s not laughing now.
Saturday was so cold and windy we cancelled a family photo shoot due to the conditions. Fall to me is one of the most depressing times of year, not true Fall but our Fall. Everything dying, the thought of a Winter that lasts to late May (I kid you not it snowed mid May here last year), is not uplifting for me. I love Spring (again if we had one) and Summer which is entirely too short since it ends mid August. So far today looks fairly okay outside, so I will enjoy one of the last days of true Autumn even though it’s technically still Summer and better fit that pumpkin latte in quick before the chance passes me by. That’s what you have to do when you live in the state of 2 seasons, Winter and Summer.
Enjoy some photos of Fall in upstate New York that I took in July (I jest a little). It is beautiful when we get one or two true days of Autumn.