First day blues
Jack started the third grade yesterday. It’s hard to believe. We are getting into grades I remember. I remember the morning Jack went to kindergarten. That was the last “first day at school” I had with him. It sucks…I gotta tell you. I remember him standing in the hall way with his back pack, trying to be brave. I’ve had to go off of bio mom reports since then.
I did pick him up after he got home from school yesterday. He rode the bus home for the first time.
“The bus driver’s mean…but he lets us have snacks on the bus…but other than that he’s mean.”
“Yeah, well, my bus driver turned your Aunt and I in for starting an egg fight on the bus…when we weren’t even on the bus that day.”
“well…I guess I won’t do that…”
“What, Jack?”
“Start an egg fight.”
“But, I didn’t, and got in trouble anyway.”
“oh…well does it hurt to get hit with an egg?”
“Never mind…”
He also has to wear his glasses full time now. I tried to lay on the “I wore them at everything was great” lie, but I think he saw through it. I hated wearing my glasses in school. Back then they were the heavy, gray framed, thick ass glasses. His are actually pretty good looking…but it still sucks.
So, the first day went rather well. New teacher. New girlfriend. New glasses. Hopefully this will be a better year. If not, I may have to cut somebody.
August 13th, 2008 at 1:21 pm
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