Back to School Night tonight. Me and M. Forty minutes in a sweltering 100 year old auditorium on foldy chairs suffering senseless PTA announcements/antics ("If you can guess what's NOT true about the principal, you win this shitty t-shirt. Ready? True or false: Mrs. J-- likes the beach!") and musing between us whether we were, in fact, witnessing the political debut of the Republican party's Vice Presidential nominee for 2012, followed by another clusterfuck, this one with giant parents perched on wee chairs in Classroom 117, and featuring a shitstorm of paper, instructions, admonitions and procedural doodads. No shit, the most pressing piece of information we got was that we should "make sure our kindergartner gets a good night's sleep" because they're phasing out naptime in October.
Getting the hang of the homework journal/daily agenda/pocket folder/backpack tango is as tricky as the tango itself, and as frivolous. (We're supposed to staple A's homework into one of those black and white composition notebooks. Why she can't do the homework in the composition book, that already has pages with lines, is an enduring mystery.)
In other news, Sarah Palin is still stupid as fuck.
The mood... the mood. Can you blame me? I'm drinking wine from a box.
Kindergarten can suck it.
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