Wednesday, September 17, 2008
As a fifth grader, you get to participate in this awesome thing called Courtyard lunch. Every Friday, the entire fifth grade gets to eat out in the courtyard...mingle...run around....no teachers...just volunteer Mommy's. This Friday is my Friday. I am so excited to eat outside with Amber, and watch her interact with her friends. Courtyard lunch is a privilege, and it is earned. No turned cards, no homework consequences, you need a "clean record" in order to attend, or you have to stay in the lunch room. GUESS WHAT? This week of all weeks, Amber got a homework consequence. She didn't have me sign her reading record. I don't know how to word that correctly, because I'm not sure if that is my fault, or hers. Probably both. Either way, she does not get to go to courtyard lunch this week. BUT I DO. I can't cancel just because she can't go. So now what? I sit alone outside, like an un-cool kid....in exile, and watch over all of her friends while she sits inside. I will be "Ronald Miller" for what will probably be the longest 25 minutes of my day. This will be my first lunch visit this year too. Unbelievable.