So we did the high school version of the death march through the desert on Tuesday. Long lines of parents and chattering students sweltering in the 90 degree heat. Each new line allowing them to check our utility bills (2) to make sure we live here, take the quick ID photo, hand over the many forms and then write the really big check.
Then we get to see the highly anticipated class schedule! Hurrah.
Uh, Oh. They put her in AP Spanish and we are done with Spanish.
So we move to the really long line to see the vice-principal about schedule problems (no counselors available because of budget cuts) only to find out they are not making any corrections until the second day of school.
At least I don't have to go through this for 3 kids like I did in years past.
On the way home the cell phone rings. Zac, college senior, has cut his finger and it won't stop bleeding. Advice is given. Later, Maggie, also college senior, calls for recipe assistance and a chat.
I may not need to fill out their forms and stand in lines with them, but they still need their mom!