The View from Fifth Grade

Dean Dad:

"I have a locker!"
You forget what's important when you're ten.

TW and I went to the parents' open house at The Boy's school. Now that he's in fifth grade, he's in a new building that unites the kids from the various elementary schools in the district. And yes, he gets a locker.

The principal greeted the parents, if you want to call his mumble a greeting. Honestly, one of the first principles of public speaking is "try to at least pretend to care." His entire affect conveyed that he'd rather be almost anywhere else. This did not inspire confidence. The only time he seemed to engage was when he mentioned where parents should park.

The library made me sad. TB later reported that his class took a trip there, and he was disappointed in its selection. Luckily we have a good public library in town, and I've lent TB my kindle before. At the rate he blasts through books, electronic delivery may be our only hope of keeping up.

Posted by Jim Zellmer at September 23, 2011 2:40 AM
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