So, I’ve been worried about my son going back to school for, well, all summer. He is shy, a computer geek, hates sports, does not make friends easily. He started 6th grade middle school a few weeks ago.
In 5th grade I had to deal with many an emotional morning of him crying and saying he was too sick to go to school. This was usually about other kids picking on him. It truly sucked. His principal and 5th grade teacher were both wonderful and did all they could to help him deal. I miss them both. I can tell you that the worst part of 5th grade was the time another kid pushed him backwards into a desk, requiring a fun trip to the emergency room and staples :eek: in my son’s skull. Now that was a good time.
Well, here we are. This morning was another tearful one, the first so far. He says that his teachers yell at him, his friend won’t sit with him at lunch anymore, and someone tripped him while he was in gym class, which sent him sprawling on the floor. Nice.
It really stinks to be the mom, loading your 11 year old into the car and driving him to school while he’s crying.
Luckily, my 17 year old daughter called while we were still home this morning. She had forgotten her lunch money. Not even 6:30 am and the fun has begun! Anyhow. I told DD I would bring her something to eat AND some lunch money if she would please talk to her brother. He really looks up to his big sis and she’s always been able to talk to him about things that are going on with him. He listened to her for a few minutes and seemed to pull it together. I took him to school without further incident and dropped him off.
DD had asked for french toast sticks from BK. I went to McDonald’s instead and got her the breakfast platter. Here’s the fun part - when I pulled up to her school and she ran out to meet me, she took one look at the McDonald’s bags and gasped.
Guess what they’re doing in her Social Studies class? Watching “Super Size Me”. Guess what class she had to walk into, carrying McDonald’s bags?
BWAHAHA.
They do let the kids eat in the classrooms. But that, as DD so aptly put it, was definitely bad karma.
My son gets home soon. I’m hoping he had a good day.
