Back to school (again)

OK, it's for real this time. Summer is over, and school has started in earnest.

Unfortunately, Samson's teacher was sick yesterday. Needless to say, the two weeks of school talk and excitement-ginning-up about meeting Miss Carrie were all for naught as we arrived on a multi-purpose room full of kids and teachers with Sam's class wandering around like a pint-sized lost tribe of Israel.

I come from a family of educators --- both my parents, a few uncles and aunts, my sister, and my wife. Teachers are like cops and chefs: They don't get sick. Not the first week of school anyway. This lady better be missing a limb when I see her tomorrow.

Drop-off in the early days of back-to-school is tough enough without this added to it. At the very least, she could have called those few kids whom she had yet to meet and let their parents know. Not the end of the world, I realize, but how much effort would that have taken? [in a class of 11, probably not too much.]

To top it off, Samson's name was misspelled on the September birthday bulletin board. They added a "p." Which would be correct if he was a county in North Carolina.

But he's not. And the fact that he's a returning student makes it even more annoying. Looking at the phone list we received, where again the "p" is present, I'm sure he's not the only one.

Unless that little red-headed boy in Sam's class really is named "Ruddy."