Thursday afternoon Dad and I went to a meeting for kindergarten families at Adam’s school. How nice it was to learn more about his teacher, the curriculum, classroom rules, and the school in general. Mrs. W has taught kindergarten for 20+ years and appears very devoted to her students. She seems pleasant and fair, the kind of teacher I would have loved. Her demonstration of the ‘cardinal wave’ and ‘cardinal walk’ made me smile [and clarified Adam's partial explanation] as did her ‘treasure chest’ for good behavior. The fact that she emphasized the importance of parental involvement at home reaffirmed my knowledge that Adam’s in good hands.
Because I attended private school during my K-12 years I had no idea what to expect for public school. Truth be told my expectations were not the highest. Yet I was pleasantly surprised by the comprehensive curriculum and the skills he will master by the end of the year. I’m confident any kinks with the school will work themselves out in due time. Tomorrow he’ll begin his second day [and first full week] of kindergarten….and I’ll be the newest member of the PTA. A sheet in his folder encouraged everyone– parents, uncles, grandparents, etc.– to join the Parent Teacher Association. May I present to you the youngest, most heavily tattooed member of the PTA at Germantown Elementary School!
Adam’s itinerary for the first quarter of kindergarten.
I recently saw the trailer for Catching Fire, the second movie in the Hunger Games trilogy. It certainly caught my attention and piqued my interest in the film. Having never read the series by Suzanne Collins, I considered it a sign when a coworker had her copy of The Hunger Games in the office the next day. She graciously allowed me to borrow it….and I became engrossed in the world of Panem as seen through the eyes of Katniss Everdeen. I could hardly tear myself away to work or sleep. Two days later I finished it– huge thanks to my father for having the second book waiting on me when I got home. Despite being classified as a young adult series the books are both dark and disturbing. Many of the profound themes and ideological questions would be lost on the tween set. Truly outstanding YA literature appeals equally– if not more– to adults while encouraging the younger audience to think critically. Let’s hope the films do not disappoint. Jennifer Lawrence has been on my radar since WInter’s Bone. The Silver Linings Playbook only increased my love for her work. I cannot wait to see what she does with Katniss.
Once in a blue moon something pretty spectacular happens when Space Cadet Sloane misconstrues words. More often that not when this happens I’ve skimmed text too fast– and I correct myself before anyone else recognizes my blunder. However, this was not the case on Facebook the other day. In my ADD mind I saw a boy I went to high school with calling me attractive. That’s not actually what went down, but I decided to confess my secret crush [well it was unknown to him but fully acknowledged by all of my friends] on him many moons ago. Such a risky move seeing as how he probably had no idea I even existed! Lo and behold, he knew who exactly who I was, and said he wished he’d known then. How would my high school experience have differed with this knowledge?! He lives thousands of miles away and has a girlfriend– so we’ll never explore this unrequited crush of the past– but I can die happy knowing that CD was aware of me in a favorable way in grades 9 through 12. Be still my ‘Gothic’ heart. I spent the next hour laughing until I cried as I went through old pictures from high school. If not for my best friend, Alex Gates, I don’t think I would have made it through those years with happy memories and lots of laughter. Unfortunately it’s been years since we spoke because he deleted his Facebook almost as quickly as he created it. Alg….I miss you and hope you’re doing well.
Despite Alg’s wrath when he catches me smooching Franklin, we all cuddle by the lamplight and read the Bible as a threesome (2002).
Last but certainly not least, Brian came into town for a night. Due to a delayed flight [him] and feeling yucky [me] we only got to see each other for an hour or so. He told me that he’s starting to see a shift in my attitude, that despite being rough around the edges I’m starting to soften up. That I seem happy and healthy. That I have specific goals and ambitions as opposed to survival mode, doing everything in my power to stay afloat and keep fighting. I’m not the same person I was when he met me. And I’ll never be the same person I was before I escaped from California. Our ordeal forced me to realize my own strength and the power of determination…and ultimately I achieved my objective….but I fear everyday the lasting repercussions of our time there, time we’ll never get back….the part of me that is damaged irreparably….
See you next time, Brian, and thank you for two minutes of playing chiropractor. I’m glad to know you and call you a friend. Believe it or not I listen very carefully to the advice [cleverly disguised as shared wisdom] that you impart.
With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,