Football...and school... Season!
Yesterday was a sure sign that despite the 90 plus degree temperatures and 70% humidity, the year is, in fact, moving right along. Between January and May, the days went by faster than a four-year-old at a mall with a Claire's and sugar. Then it slowed dramatically. Either the moon, stars and planets aligned JUST right, along with an eclipse thrown in for good measure to anger ancient Gods, or school let out.
Yesterday, however, was a sign that Summer break IS, in fact, ending, and the allegedly cooler months are in our future. We made a visit to the Houston Texans training camp, which means football is just around the corner, which means SCHOOL is starting...despite those angered ancient Gods and whatever I did to tick them off.
As I mentioned in my last post, we're in a new city. And with moving to a new city, comes finding a new school for Reagan...and fast. Most 'good' schools (or at least the ones that people consider socially acceptable...that's the most important thing, isn't it?), have applicants a year in advance we've learned. Because our move was so sudden, we've made calls to as many schools that start with 'St.', or such and such 'school of...' as we could, only to get a muffled, mocking laugh from a 'marmish' admissions ruler.
We did find one that we think we'll like that had room for The Girl. Apparently begging, high application fees and switching faiths works for some of those rulers.
Next comes all the applications, shot records, references and birth certificate. We purchased our last house with less paperwork. We couldn't find Reagan's birth certificate immediately (most likely in a box within a box on a moving truck somewhere), and had to order a new one. We were going to do that immediately anyway...Sarah has plans for her to run for President in 32 years, and we'd hate for her to be 'Obama-ized' for making it through a successful college career, public service and election and NOT having a birth certificate.
This week we also have to go to Reagan's admissions 'testing'. With everything else we've seen in this process, that test will probably be somewhere between the MENSA challenge and a Political Science final at Yale. The biggest test she's had to date is whether she can poop AND wipe...so I'm not expecting this to go well. Plus if you ask her now, 'Reagan' is spelled, it's 'R.A.G.M.K.'
They'll feel bad for her and put her in school, which this year (pre-K) will be 5 days a week. I'll have more time on my hands, the weather will be cooler, the days faster, and my trip to Claire's will be considerably less exciting.
Yesterday, however, was a sign that Summer break IS, in fact, ending, and the allegedly cooler months are in our future. We made a visit to the Houston Texans training camp, which means football is just around the corner, which means SCHOOL is starting...despite those angered ancient Gods and whatever I did to tick them off.
As I mentioned in my last post, we're in a new city. And with moving to a new city, comes finding a new school for Reagan...and fast. Most 'good' schools (or at least the ones that people consider socially acceptable...that's the most important thing, isn't it?), have applicants a year in advance we've learned. Because our move was so sudden, we've made calls to as many schools that start with 'St.', or such and such 'school of...' as we could, only to get a muffled, mocking laugh from a 'marmish' admissions ruler.
We did find one that we think we'll like that had room for The Girl. Apparently begging, high application fees and switching faiths works for some of those rulers.
Next comes all the applications, shot records, references and birth certificate. We purchased our last house with less paperwork. We couldn't find Reagan's birth certificate immediately (most likely in a box within a box on a moving truck somewhere), and had to order a new one. We were going to do that immediately anyway...Sarah has plans for her to run for President in 32 years, and we'd hate for her to be 'Obama-ized' for making it through a successful college career, public service and election and NOT having a birth certificate.
This week we also have to go to Reagan's admissions 'testing'. With everything else we've seen in this process, that test will probably be somewhere between the MENSA challenge and a Political Science final at Yale. The biggest test she's had to date is whether she can poop AND wipe...so I'm not expecting this to go well. Plus if you ask her now, 'Reagan' is spelled, it's 'R.A.G.M.K.'
They'll feel bad for her and put her in school, which this year (pre-K) will be 5 days a week. I'll have more time on my hands, the weather will be cooler, the days faster, and my trip to Claire's will be considerably less exciting.
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