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11:39 p.m. - 2003-09-24
It's Open House time again.

It looks like it’ll be a better year all around for Wolf. Went to Open House tonight. Turns out that Mrs. DeN is actually MISS DeN and she looks like she’s about 14 years old. But she seems to really have it goin’ on. The classroom is organized, but BUSY organized, if you take my meaning. Lots and lots of projects and work centers and everything feeds into the next. One of this week’s books is “The Giving Tree” (one of my absolute faves) and so the tree theme spills over into the autumn science area and so on. Good deal.

Mrs. Eyebrows was ready to go hammer and tongs in her usual manner, but despite the school girl appearance of Ms DeN, she stepped up and started going with a presentation which got Mrs. Eyebrows calmed down enough to at least listen before she went nuclear. Unlike the slice-n-dice made of the hapless Mrs. M last year, all the parents (ha! All FOUR of us who bothered to show) sat back and heard what the teacher had to tell us.

Whacks me out that any parent would miss Open House, but that there’s SPECIAL ED parents who take a miss on what’s going on in their kid’s classroom just boggles my mind. Okay, this is going to be harsh, but I could cheerfully strangle Kenan’s mom (if he has one). The woman is a constant no-show. And Kenan doesn’t look like he sees his mom very much either. The kid is ALWAYS filthy. I mean like he seriously smells bad, his teeth are always gooey, and his fingernails are black. Sorry, but lazy and neglectful parenting is abhorrent to me.

For some reason Wolf’s class (1st and 2nd graders) was lumped in with the kindergarten kids’ night. Each grade has its own Open House and as usual Wolf’s class got the short shrift. I had to sit through the kindergarten presentation by the principal (A Chihuahua, no less) and hear stuff I could have used LAST year. Not all the parents, but most of them looked too young to buy beer. And there must be something in the water, a good third of the women were pregnant. I knew that since this was Kindergarten night that there’d be quite a few young faces, but damn! I felt as old as Methuselah. Funnily enough all the parents of Wolf’s classmates are my age or older. We all have grown-uppish kids plus our little guys. (Those of you stalling around about having kids might want to take note of that. You wait until late and you’re gonna get zapped with a toughie to raise.)

I might have felt old, but I wasn’t dressed old. I did that crap with Alex. All gussied up and trying to look like a sane and responsible parent. AND make an impression on the mover and shaker PTA Powerhouse Moms. Yeah, I’m waaaaay over THAT. I bopped off to school wearing my bell bottoms and my Pro-Keds and this absurd hoodie Mike bought me at Hot Topic. It’s black with a huge Jack Skellington face embroidered on the front. Jack Skellington, the lead character in Tim Burton’s “Nightmare Before Christmas”. So older than dirt me and my pointy hair and leering skull hoodie sat amongst the dewy faced preggos and had a good smirk.

I think I like Ms DeN. I like that Wolf’s class is just the 1st and 2nd graders this year. 3 grades in one classroom is a bit much. We’re not on “Little House on the Prairie”, you know. It’s not like the school has one room and the kids of all ages have to be jammed into it. So all of Wolf’s classmates being near the same age and ability is a boon to the class’s progress. (Let me take a snarky proud Mom moment and brag on my kid whose handwriting and spelling is the BEST in the class, bar none. His coloring is lousy though, he’s a mini-Mozart, not a Rembrandt.) Some good things will happen this year, I’m sure of it.

I stepped off into the dumb end of the pool afterward though. They had the inevitable coffee urn set up in the lobby and yours truly, the No Caffeine Queen, had a big old cup of high test java. My teeth are vibrating. I’m going to jitterbug downstairs now and do some cleaning. Probably until dawn.

We who are about to mop salute you! ~LA

Tonight’s Pick: “Jump Jive and Wail” by Louis Prima (though Brian Setzer’s re-do is good too.)

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