Meet the teacher

Yesterday afternoon, we met Aidan's teacher for the coming school year. It started at 4 pm but Aidan was so excited that he started asking to leave around 2 pm! I managed to hold him off until the reasonable departure time of 3:50, although we still got there quite ahead of James, who was coming from work.

The school was the usual Meet the Teacher chaos of parents, children, bored and/or crying siblings, teachers and staff. We found Aidan's class easily and met Mrs. Corley, who will soon be our darling's new favorite person, at least until the first time she disciplines him. Mrs. Corley seems like a good combination of warmth and steel. Aidan was delighted to find that three of his classmates from last year will be in this year's class, and I was delighted to find that one child in particular from his class last year is NOT in his class this year.

We delivered the bag o'supplies, filled out the requisite paperwork and took home more paperwork to complete. At the transportation desk, we were thrilled - ECSTATIC, really - to learn that the World's Greatest Bus Driver, Mr. Kemberling, will be Aidan's bus driver again this year. Mr. Kemberling is punctual, reliable, watchful and careful, all wonderful qualities to find in a school bus driver. He is also friendly, an added bonus.

James and Aidan then left, and I went to help sell school spirit wear: t-shirts, pencils, jewelry and those ubiquitous car magnets.

Side note: There are enough things about my station wagon that scream "mom!" without adding a stupid school magnet.

I enjoyed chatting with a few people and seeing some of Aidan's classmates, but our table stayed quite busy the whole time and we had to hustle to keep up. I am amazed at the amount of money that some parents dropped to outfit their children in school t-shirts! Six pm was a happy sight; we packed up the goods, stored them in the PTO workroom and I was free to go home and enjoy that well-deserved cocktail.

And thus begins another school year.