7:25 am today, with my home brewed coffee in hand (didn’t have time to stop at Starbucks) and a zip lock bag of granola, and all I muster are 2 seats in the 6th row for my daughter’s graduation ceremony in the school cafeteria. The ceremony was scheduled to begin at 8:15 am.
Ok, my carpel tunnel syndrome is flaring up as I flick my wrist for the 100th time. It is now 10:45, and we’re only through half.
Every 3rd quarter and 4th quarter A/B honor roll is called. Followed by the A honor roll. Spilt this up among 10 seperate classes, each teacher giving their own set of awards and honors. Next, follows the Presidential awards, physical fitness awards, music appreciation awards, budding artist awards, reading awards, etc. etc. etc. etc.
Can my husband and I sneak out now, or will we be noticed? The thought entered our minds, more than once.
Oh, wow, now I get to sit through a 25 MINUTE DVD picturing every kid’s baby picture … followed by their current picture. Oh, and I got to watch how the entire audience played a game “Guess who this is?” as every teacher’s baby picture was shown, then 3 clues given to identify the teacher, followed by another current picture of the teacher.
11:45 am, and the kids are dismissed to their own classrooms and we have to go upstairs to congratulate the teacher, and then sign our kid out so we can take them to lunch (so I’m told… every OTHER parent is taking their kid out for lunch, so “Mom, you can’t leave me alone with the teacher, I’ll be the ONLY one left in school”).
It’s now 1:05 pm; I am finally sitting in my office, blogging about my morning.
Don’t get me wrong, I am incredibly proud of my daughter. She won many academic awards, and just got STRAIGHT A’s this semester.
My husband turns to me and says, “You know what I got when I graduated, the teacher yelled, OK, time to clean out your desk, go home and enjoy summer break.” And that was it. Simple, straight forward and not burdening working parents for 4 hours during 1 morning.
| digg it!