Yesterday I called my county’s ESY office to see if I could make any headway in finding out some more information about Jack’s summer school. I got a return call on my cell phone from the site coordinator about five minutes before 5 p.m.
We talked briefly, then I asked if the teachers would be setting up their classrooms next Monday and if Jack and I could stop by to meet his teacher.
“But school starts on Monday,” she said.
“Uh…oh…um…okay,” I stuttered. “I thought it started on the 7th.”
“No, it starts Monday,” she said.
I recovered, even though I was sure the letter had said July 7th. I asked if there was another day we could come in. She told us that Jack and I could come by Thursday (today) to see the teachers, although she didn’t have her roster with her so didn’t know the name of Jack’s teacher.
I give you this whole backstory because of this: I am not the type of person to make a mistake on something like the start date of school. I will compulsively double and triple check to make sure I have it right, but I ALWAYS do.
So I went home and checked the letter. And it said that school starts July 7.
Well, thank god I’m such a rabble-rouser, otherwise I never would have noticed the “8” instead of the “9” and the bus would have rolled up on Monday morning and we would all have been like, “Whaaaaaa—?” And Jack would have had to attend his first day of ESY in his pajamas.
Anyway, Jack and I went in this morning and it couldn’t have gone better. His teacher is the resource teacher from his own school, so he knows her and likes her. He is in a small class and he will have buddies from his kindergarten class with him.
I am so relieved I can’t even tell you.
The teacher even said that she sends home daily notes and will give all the parents her cell number so we can be sure to get in touch with her if we need to.
*ping* *ping* *ping* *ping* *ping* *ping*
(That’s the sound of all my ducks lining up in a row, thank Jeebus.)