A little bit of prompting. She lets us take our shoes off in class. She makes us walk the track for PE. She is mostly nice. I am a good kid in class. I don't get sprayed. But Gxxxxx, did. Well he has a few times. I don't want to get sprayed. I'm afraid to get sprayed. I worry about getting sprayed. Mom translation, this is not okay!
For the last two years, I haven't felt like I have had to volunteer. In the class. Every week. I have volunteered, just not that structured. It was not necessary. At tonight's Open House, I signed up for every Thursday from 10:00 to 10:50. I get to help with a reading group. I get to see what is going on in the classroom. I get to watch him interact. Because who am I kidding. It's really all about him and knowing he is safe and comfortable in this learning environment. That he can actually learn there and not worry.
I did have a little side conversation with the School Principal tonight. I casually asked to schedule a meeting for the next day. She was nice enough to see me then. When I shared my concern, after she drug me in her office, she shared that I was the second parent to report it. The other reported this morning. The school will be looking into it. I should know more by Friday.
I also just marked my calendar for the first Parent Teacher Association (PTA) meeting this year. September 20, in the school library. What else can this Momma Bear do? Oh I did that. Finally. Remembered to sign the kid up for football. And the hubby up to coach said football. Checked. That. Box. Wa.Hoo.
