A gentle, steady sprinkle of rain cascaded down in the early morning. Gray clouds loomed overhead as a cool breeze showed signs that the summer fun was over and fall was right around the corner. Even the weather wanted to make sure we all knew that the first day of school was upon us.
G was not that excited to start the second grade, but he wasn't necessarily upset about it either. As he normally is, he was rather indifferent about the whole thing. As he pointed out, it was still the same school and a lot of the same classmates would be there again from the previous year. Having a new teacher made him a little nervous even though he didn't want to admit it. I don't blame him. She didn't seem as affable as the one he had last year.
I had planned on getting him a tight fade before the school year started. However, Elijah's recent visit inspired G to grow his hair out. He now doesn't want his hair cut because he wants to sprout an afro like his big brother. He even carries around a pick to keep picking out his hair even though its not long enough yet to be effective.
What would his first day of school be without some type of controversy? Last year wasn't that bad with the only problem being the whole open house carnival thing. However, who can forget the problems that plagued his first day of school in 2006? I thought for sure that we had put all of the transportation snafus with the school behind us. I thought wrong.
G was supposed to be on the bus list to get picked up after school and taken to the Boys and Girls Club. We signed him up for it at registration and his teacher even confirmed it when he got dropped off in the morning. Sure enough, I get a phone call around 4:30 that G was sitting in the office because he never got picked up. I tried to explain to the lady that he was supposed to be getting on the Boys and Girl Club bus. She tried to tell me he wasn't on the list. That meant a trip down to the school.
G was sitting in the office patiently waiting with his backpack at his side. There was a bit of a frown on his face. I asked him if he was okay and he said he was. Still, I know he had to have been bothered standing outside watching all of his friends get picked up while his ride never came. The mental image of him seeing his crushed look from that had me seething.
The office people at his school further tried to tell me he wasn't on their bus lists and even showed me the list to prove it. I told them about signing him up at registration and get what they told me: not only were we supposed to indicate it on the sheet, we were supposed to also VERBALLY tell him he needed to take the bus there. What the heezey ever. That was just their way of saying they screwed up. Again.
So he got signed up. Again. Now all we have to do is wait for him to call us to confirm the bus will be picking him up. Until then, he has to get picked up. It's so nice to know his school is so organized. Reminds me of another place I know.