School Calls

With temperatures in the high 90's and heat indices hitting 103 degrees, returning to school seems insane to me. Especially since the playground at the girls' new school has no trees in sight. Anywhere. I may join the gardening committee of the PTA and plant some trees there! We visited Timothy School yesterday, went to the children's classrooms, met their teachers and left feeling a little sad, at least me. There were so many forms about discipline, expulsion, legal rights, hearings, etc., that it seemed as though we were buying a house not just visiting a public school.
But sign there, I did. Gene wasn't so bothered.
He was more concerned with the principal, who couldn't pronounce the word "second" correctly. She said "sec-on-nd" with an extra syllable. She had a few other strange utterings, but they didn't bother me. I have trouble distinguishing "steel" and "still."
We have to provide four bottles of hand sanitizer for each child, two packs of copy paper, four boxes of Kleenex (the brand was specified) and five boxes of sanitary wipes. You would think they are guarding against MRSA instead of wiping off sticky hands.
Having looked at the school lunch menu, I'm going to be packing their lunches this year. I didn't do it for Margaret last year when she was briefly in Pre-K, but I'm going to this year. The menus sound yucky. No attempt at vegetables or fresh fruit. Clara will eat hummus and carrots and celery until the cows come home.
We went downtown this morning on a university bus (always a thrill!) and bought Clara a pair of new shoes. She's now ready to go! I'll post photos of their first day. I think I'm more worried than they are!