I know it has been awhile since I have written anything here. I keep trying to come up with something funny or reflective or even remotely interesting but it never seems to happen.
I would like to share something that I did last night though.
My oldest son has started grade 9. He seems to be loving it. I was so worried about his transition but he is in heaven. Of course he hasn't had alot of homework or tests yet. The first tests were today so we will see what that does to his mood. He has a large number of friends attending the school and he is a real social butterfly and makes friends easily and what makes me happy is that he likes to be friends with all types of people and is not as cliquish as his sister(which I hope she grows out of soon.) And of course for him school is still about the social thing, marks don't seem to worry him, that is until he has to tell us about his marks-different story.
He has made the football team which has added to his joy, not sure how much he will play as he is still very small in stature but he just likes being part of the team.
So my night last night, it was a cirriculum night at the school. Of course my son was too busy with his active life to attend, so I went alone. It brought back all the bad memories of high school for me. We went to the auditorium first to listen to the principals and teachers, I was desparately looking for another parent that I knew so I could feel more comfortable, a friend found me(she was childless also). Then we had to follow the child's class schedule to find out about the classes. So we had to follow maps and find rooms, sit in the chairs and listen to the teacher but then rush to the next room when the bell rang.
The first room wasn't too hard to find as I knew another mom and we walked together.
Science was the first class when the teacher started talking about the Periodic Table I thought I would faint-I still can't remember anything beyond H20.
It was easy to find the next class-French, as it was a portable next to the football hut-which I had seen many mornings already. The teacher seemed nice. Next was computers, the teacher talked alot, I was warned by my son but the teacher was nice. There were teachers providing directions in the hall. But when the bell rang the teacher continued and I started to panice about the next class.
When we got out of there it all fell apart. I got so lost. Who would think that I couldn't find the gym? Who would know that there would be more than one gym? Anyway, I ended up in the girls' phys ed class and then in an empty gym. I never did find where I was supposed to be. One person told me that the teacher wasn't at the school that night but who knows, I could still be wandering if I hadn't given up. It felt like being back in high school for me, lost and feeling out of sorts. And then I had to come home and tell my son everything that I did, saw and said. Now I know how he feels at the end of the day with way too many questions coming from my mouth.
It made me feel proud that he is growing up and feeling confident in himself but said that he is growing up. Hopefully next time we go to the school he can come with me and show me the way.
Have a great weekend.
Marye Anne
