My daughter’s school, in a feat of disorganization, has failed to assign children to teachers. Apparently, they have ten less children than they expected, which means they may or may not lose a teacher, which means they may or may not have to juggle all the classes around. (Um… why don’t they ask students to register before the first day of school, so they can COUNT them? Just saying.)
Five school days so far, and no classroom. Today, she learned the chicken dance and watched Wallace and Gromit on video in the library. Nice.
I tried to convince her to boycott school until she has a teacher, but she’s having too much fun. In the meantime, the sheer ineptitude of the situation is driving me crazy… which Min finds entertaining.
Min: I’m glad I’m not the principal, having to face all you angry moms.
T: He’s a principal. He’s used to it.
Min: Just because you’re a park ranger doesn’t mean you like grizzly bears.