We find ourselves at the end of the fourth week of kindergarten. Evan starts his school on Monday and is thrilled! I'm pretty thrilled about that myself. This is the end of the second week of school for me, and it has proven to be intense already. My biology class might be the death of me, but I won't go down without a fight. I feel like I've gotten into a manageable routine, but unfortunately, I still have another class that will be starting in about 3 weeks that has the ability to throw a wrench in my system.
I'm especially happy that Evan will be starting school on Monday because that will be the end of me having to find someone to watch him on my school days. I had to play hooky from school this past Monday on what was only the third day of classes when I couldn't find someone for childcare. The funny thing is that it suddenly got me started remembering all the times I played hooky from school when I was a kid, and I called my mom to share some of these memories with her. I figured a safe amount of time had since passed that I shouldn't find myself punished for my actions. We ended up both having a good laugh over some of them. I told her about all the times that I would come home during our lunch period or go out to eat, and I had always said that we were allowed to leave during lunch. This was definitely not the case, and I stopped doing it when they threatened us a few months before the end of my senior year, saying anyone who was caught leaving would not graduate. I was also reliving the time that I had her write me a note in pencil because she kept refusing to tell the school I was sick when I had stayed home the day before. I knew the school would not accept her note saying that I was tired and needed a break or whatever she had written that was the truth, so I handed her a piece of paper and pencil, asking to be given a note for school. As soon as I got to school, I erased all of it except the signature and rewrote the note. I failed to mention that eventually I decided it would make more sense just to leave her out of it altogether, and I think my mom's official signature on record at school probably belongs to one of my friends. It's so funny to think back on these things. My ability to "think outside the box" has continued to be one of my strong points and has definitely served me well over the years. However, I'm bracing myself as I wait for it to come back on me in the years to come. Thankfully, I still have a little while to wait.
