While walking the dog:
Which is worse: Having a dog poop in your yard on occasion or having "Please Scoop Your Dog's Poop" signs posted every twenty feet of your property 24/7?
I watched the old lady scoop her dog's poop into a plastic bag. I watched her deposit the bag into a neighbor's trashcan by the side of the road. The trash had already been picked up by the garbage truck earlier that morning, so I knew it would be a week before that poop would be hauled away. Would the neighbor wonder why her empty trashcan smelled so foul? Did the old lady stop to ponder the ethics of scooping poop and then popping it in an innocent stranger's waste receptacle?
No. No, she probably didn't. You get to a certain age, you think the rules don't apply to you anymore.
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At Kindergarten Open House, Thursday night:
When the teacher says, "I want to get through this as quickly as possible, because I know we're all ready to get home," you know you're in for a long night.
Once, for Show and Tell, a kid brought in a goat in a cat carrier. That's when Mrs. B., Will's teacher, started making rules about what you could bring in for Show and Tell. It has to fit in a paper bag, she informed us last night. I don't know, though. I can think of a lot of trouble that's small enough to fit in a paper bag.
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On the First Two Weeks of School:
The dream of the first day of school is the dream of order and routine. Except there really is no order or routine for two to three weeks. The first few weeks of school are a chaotic mess of permission slips and enrichment program sign-ups and teacher-parent mini-conferences and Open House nights. Throw in a three-day weekend and weather that feels like mid-July, and you ensure that everyone will spend the first three weeks of school walking around in a state of mild panic. The parents, that is. The kids are fine. They roll with the punches. But we adults are like small, wounded animals. Please help me, we cry out in weak, pitiful voices. I don't think I can hold on to the edge of this cliff much longer ...
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Received yet another piece of paper from the school that 1) I cannot lose and 2) requires me to collect, clip, sign, volunteer, remember, send in every 12th Tuesday until I die...
I am beginning cringe at the sight of brightly hued paper. I never knew I would become so micro managed for Kindergarten.
And the poop thing is just wrong. Funny, but wrong.
There is only one thing worse than popping poop in someone elses bin. The man that I see jogging with his dog. He scoops the poop and puts the little bag in his pocket. Ohhhhhh ewwwwwwww. I can't look at the dog poop man anymore without wanting to throw up!
You need to move to Australia and come to our school. You would love the lack of paper warfare and the more seamless introduction to the school year. We do our beginning of year paperwork before school goes back and that's it. The beginning of year paperwork is so momentous that I have been known to forget that I handed it in!!!!! Otherwise, I look forward to Thursday's because that's newsletter day.
Oh my goodness that lady putting the poo in someone's emptied bin - just too much!! I do think the idea of signs telling people to pick it up is hilarious, have never seen that before.
The school-associated notes and paperwork is simply insane.
And the goat - best show and tell ever. Ever.
Getting the paperwork before school starts is brilliant, Tracy. Like Heather, I am undone by all the colorful reminders I receive on a daily basis. It will slow down, at least until January, but right now it feels overwhelming. I am coming undone.
Victoria, the other show and tell story she told was about the kid who brought in a rabbit that had just had a stroke, so it just lay there and blinked slowly at the children and totally freaked them out. When the teacher asked the student if it wasn't time for her mommy to take the rabbit home, the girl said, "Oh, no, Mommy said we could keep it all day!"
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