Good deeds are made of these...
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bloodsong1Last night was Curriculum (so can't spell in the mornings) Night at IDK's school. After much confusion and Queenie leaving late, I got home to find no one there. So! I grab the umpteenth copy of IDK's test results from last year and head over to the school. It's a few minutes before six.
Assembly starts at 6:30.
Whokay then.
I plunk down on a handy bench and play Diamond Detective on my phone until Wolf shows up about 15 minutes later.
"Where do we go?" He asks.
"People are going that way," I point. We find the gym with a minimum of effort, plunk down on the bleachers and wait. And people watch. And wave at the oh-so-cute babies (of which there were many) and ogle the hot teachers walking around in heels (of which there were a few and they were all very hot).
Assembly was fairly quick and to the point. Staff was intro'ed (IDK's teacher wasn't there), parents were scolded for not obeying the rules, and some kids were also scolded for talking during a speech. I bit my tongue, figuring the parents/guardians/whathaveyou that drive around parked and blinking buses, or drop their kids off 20 minutes before the doors open probably AREN'T there to listen to said scolding.
After that, Wolf and I wandered around the school lost until we finally found IDK's classroom. MacArthur is not sensibly laid out. I'm still boggled by the fact they have a separate cafeteria. My elementary school was one of the gym/cafeteria combos with the picnic tables that folded into the wall.
I was pleased to see IDK's desk was right where it should be, back to the wall and facing everyone. We walked in a good 5 minutes into the presentation, nodded in all the right places and Wolf got a laugh from everyone asking the presenter to define a term that I cannot remember how it was spelled, but it was a four syllable word for "thinking" and it started with a P. Go have fun, English Lit majors.
After that, we waited for everyone else to clear out so we could speak to the presenter, who turned out to be a Special Needs teacher and one of the ones working with IDK. We gave her the test results for Mrs. Evans, his regular teacher.
On the way out, we cut through the cafeteria and I spotted the orchestra teacher. We went over and confirmed that yes, IDK IS getting a violin (the school broke out the program so that only strings are in orchestra and everyone else is in band) go get the book, the shoulder rest and the rosin. Music shopping this weekend! While talking to the orchestra teacher, Wolf had the brilliant idea of donating his saxophone to the school, since IDK wasn't going to play it and no one else in the family is likely to. So we went over to the next table to speak to the band teacher. She was busy, so we chatted with the music teacher. Lo and behold, it turns out Wolf's sax is a tenor, not the alto we originally thought. Music teach was all for it and managed to snag band teach before anyone else could jump in.
LJ-Land, I haven't seen someone's face light up like that since, well, since I saw my dad last year. She was thrilled and excited and practically jumping for joy. She agreed to give us a letter stating the value of the tenor sax so we can use it as a tax write off.
I delivered the sax and a donation letter this morning. I think we just made her year.
Assembly starts at 6:30.
Whokay then.
I plunk down on a handy bench and play Diamond Detective on my phone until Wolf shows up about 15 minutes later.
"Where do we go?" He asks.
"People are going that way," I point. We find the gym with a minimum of effort, plunk down on the bleachers and wait. And people watch. And wave at the oh-so-cute babies (of which there were many) and ogle the hot teachers walking around in heels (of which there were a few and they were all very hot).
Assembly was fairly quick and to the point. Staff was intro'ed (IDK's teacher wasn't there), parents were scolded for not obeying the rules, and some kids were also scolded for talking during a speech. I bit my tongue, figuring the parents/guardians/whathaveyou that drive around parked and blinking buses, or drop their kids off 20 minutes before the doors open probably AREN'T there to listen to said scolding.
After that, Wolf and I wandered around the school lost until we finally found IDK's classroom. MacArthur is not sensibly laid out. I'm still boggled by the fact they have a separate cafeteria. My elementary school was one of the gym/cafeteria combos with the picnic tables that folded into the wall.
I was pleased to see IDK's desk was right where it should be, back to the wall and facing everyone. We walked in a good 5 minutes into the presentation, nodded in all the right places and Wolf got a laugh from everyone asking the presenter to define a term that I cannot remember how it was spelled, but it was a four syllable word for "thinking" and it started with a P. Go have fun, English Lit majors.
After that, we waited for everyone else to clear out so we could speak to the presenter, who turned out to be a Special Needs teacher and one of the ones working with IDK. We gave her the test results for Mrs. Evans, his regular teacher.
On the way out, we cut through the cafeteria and I spotted the orchestra teacher. We went over and confirmed that yes, IDK IS getting a violin (the school broke out the program so that only strings are in orchestra and everyone else is in band) go get the book, the shoulder rest and the rosin. Music shopping this weekend! While talking to the orchestra teacher, Wolf had the brilliant idea of donating his saxophone to the school, since IDK wasn't going to play it and no one else in the family is likely to. So we went over to the next table to speak to the band teacher. She was busy, so we chatted with the music teacher. Lo and behold, it turns out Wolf's sax is a tenor, not the alto we originally thought. Music teach was all for it and managed to snag band teach before anyone else could jump in.
LJ-Land, I haven't seen someone's face light up like that since, well, since I saw my dad last year. She was thrilled and excited and practically jumping for joy. She agreed to give us a letter stating the value of the tenor sax so we can use it as a tax write off.
I delivered the sax and a donation letter this morning. I think we just made her year.
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Date: 2009-09-22 10:02 pm (UTC)Postulating?
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Date: 2009-09-23 05:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-23 11:51 am (UTC)It was very Latin, Pego-something. I was a trifle embarrassed when Wolf knew what it meant and I didn't, even in the context.