So, it's that time of year again - time for yellow pencils, crayons, glue, construction paper, new backpacks and lunchboxes, ruled paper, fresh new clothes and haircuts. Yes, it's time to go back to school. I had to "register" Luke for first grade today. FIRST GRADE! Aack! I can't believe it, but I'm honestly glad I'm no longer a virgin Kindergarten mom because that sucked. I felt like an idiot almost the entire year because I didn't know what was going on most of the time, and to top it off, I really hated getting in trouble with the Crossing Guard Nazi and the Criminal District Attorney. Here's to a trouble-free year, starting in two short weeks.
Anyhow, I showed up at the school today - the designated registration day for returning students, thank you very much. I'm so proud that I didn't miss registration like I did for kindergarten. And to my surprise, I had to fill out the same damn paperwork I filled out last year - all of it. I have to bring Luke's birth certificate, social security card, our water bill, and his immunizations. First, the info on Luke's birth certificate did not change and I promise it won't change because we are not going to try birthing him again. Second, the social security card did not change either. Third, my water bill, are people really that desperate to get into our public school that you need to confirm my address with my water bill? Ugh. As for immunizations, well, I guess I get it. Oh, they also needed a copy of my driver's license AND my insurance information. Seems like overkill to me, but whatever.
Still, I spent 40 minutes during lunch filling out the same paperwork that I filled out last year. And as if that isn't bad enough, I would swear that I put the same information on all the pieces of paper. Am I missing something? Couldn't they just put all the info on one form and make copies? Call me crazy.
Also, I do not remember my mom having to register me for school every year. Perhaps I was just oblivious to her efforts - which is quite likely - but surely she would have bitched about it the same way I do, right? Okay, maybe not. Maybe she was used to the craziness of it all by the time I came around as the sixth kid.
So, here's all the paperwork I filled out.
Now, I just need to get new backpacks, lunchboxes, and new school uniforms.
Are you ready for school?