New Schools and Germy Feet
2004-08-20 at 12:58 p.m.
E met his new teacher today. He said he's young, friendly and very nice. K was also impressed with him. The teacher spent the better part of an hour talking to E's former BD teacher, getting a crash course on "101 Things You've Always Wanted to Know About Childhood Mental Illness But Were Afraid to Ask". They have a para chosen for E, with whom E and K also met this morning. Everyone seems quite nice and more importantly, equipped to deal with my firstborn and his many issues. I hope it all works out and that there are no problems along the way.
E was impressed with the huge art room at his new school, as well as the cafeteria, which houses a full service salad bar, a dessert bar and a taco bar! Not to mention a daily choice of entree and side dishes. K said he's been in restaurants that weren't as stocked. When I was in school, you had two choices: take it or leave it. The utilitarian green trays had the following in its compartments:
~ horsemeat hamburger (this, of course was just a rumor, but we did notice the horse population dwindling shortly after the school was built)
~ limp, inedible mystery vegetable
~ canned, tasteless fruit
~ bread/dishsponge
~ warm milk
The only choices offered us, were A) risk death actually eating this crap or B) promptly scoop it directly into the garabge recepticle.
Kids today have it made!
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It's rumored that in this week's US Weekly, there is a picture of Little Miss Br!tney, emerging from a gas station restroom, where she evidently was fulfilling a pressing gastrointestinal need. What's wrong with that, you ask??
SHE HAD NO SHOES ON HER FEET!!
*Full body shiver*
Using a gas station restroom in Los Angeles is a big enough gamble. Doing the "high hover" over a toilet for the length of time it takes to "do a doody" is risky enough. BUT WITH BARE FEET?
Girl has lost her mind.
On that happy note, I must depart you. There's a grocery list that cries to be made.