Are you sick to death of all the back to school posts yet?


I admit it. I kind of am. But that doesn’t mean to say that I am not going to chime in.

Because I am.

Going to chime in, that is.

This morning, I had to go to the high school to pick up a book. High school. Oh my.

And before I go on to tell you my stream of thoughts, I want to explain that I was supposed to pick up this book in June. I believe June 25 was the deadline. Who was asked to pick this up? The incoming student? No. The letter was mailed and directed to me. For a variety of reasons (which to me seem valid and reasonable…and irrelevant) I did not pick up the book by June 25. In fact, until yesterday, I did not believe I had been given any such instruction.

But I digress.

I went to the main office of the school and a very nice school secretary (who looked familiar from the sports or around here somewhere) helped me. I didn’t know who to ask for or anything and she made some calls and tracked down the teacher. I wonder if she noticed that I was a nervous wreck.

Guessing it was hard to miss.

I was still talking a mile a minute, and her phone rang. While she helped the next parent, she took out a map of the school and circled my destination and put a star marking the office where we were. I took the map, mouthed ‘thank you,’ and left.

It wasn’t hard to follow the map.

At first.

But then there was a crossroads. Should I take the road less taken? It wasn’t clear on the map. Oh wait, there were room numbers over the hallway entrances – reminiscent of the MGM Grand Hotel in Las Vegas.

I got lost there. too.

Sweating profusely, I carefully considered each turn and finally arrived at my destination.

Room 220.

I was hoping it would be Room 222 – the song was totally in my head.

But again, I digress.

The teacher was helpful and kind. She didn’t even say, “do you have a calendar where you come from?” or anything. And I sincerely got the feeling she was not going to fail my kid because of my mistake.

I left with the book (all 20 lbs. of it) in my arms.

But the sweating didn’t stop. Sure it was hot and humid out, but the A/C was running, I’m quite sure. I was stressed out.

Seriously stressed out.

And then, the flash back.

Going up the wrong stairway and being late for class in 10th grade. I had no idea where I was going. I couldn’t find the room. At first there were people in the hallway and then, poof, it was empty but I still had not found my class. My eyes teared up and I started to breath louder.

Until I saw it. I found it. And I opened the door as quietly as I could thinking I could get to a seat undetected and the nightmare would all be over… when the teacher stopped the class and everyone turned to stare. “Ms. Goldman, thank you for joining us today.” (In my recurring dream it’s Mrs. Kershman but I really don’t think it was. I think she was my 11th grade English teacher. Laurie?)

I wander the halls in my dreams still. And when this all came back to me, as I walked from the school, the tears came again.

How can I let my baby go through this?


13 thoughts on “Are you sick to death of all the back to school posts yet?

      1. mam – i hope u have some time to answer my ?n… When i see your blog it has its own domain saying , since iam new to this … can u pls take some time to explain me how did u happen to get this.. thanks in advance

  1. my first thought was high school?!! he surely can not be that old! my sister got lost on the last day of her senior year, but that was Wilde Lake. Davis should be fine at River Hill. πŸ™‚ I think you will be a wreck anywhere he goes. Good luck!

  2. Wendy,

    It is interesting that you bring this up. I was talking to a mom yesterday who said that she realized a lot of her worry about her son starting high school was her OWN baggage from high school.

    I get completely lost in the middle school. Never mind that I had another child go there for three years already AND that I hold a map in my hand. I get nowhere.. and the poor kids have only 3 minutes between classes! So Chris and I walked his route two or three times and practiced the locker INNUMERABLE times.

    I went to a small high school (grad class 40) and Kate is going to a small high school (grad class 66ish) so her starting high school thus far hasn’t seemed like a very scary thing. But the idea of her leaving me in four years.. THAT scares me!

    Davis will be fine. You guys have parented him so well. Even tho you may be sick of the back to school stuff, please let us know how the first few days were, anyway!

  3. oh, my, what to address!

    first, i teared up on the theme song from room 222 (is that a recorder?) i loved that show and it reminds me of a time when… oh jeez, i sound like my parents.

    first day of HS is big. we still get lost on open school night and this is our 7th year in the building. AND my husband went to school there.

    hang in wendy, he will be far better off there than you.

  4. I’m letting you down; I can only remember one of my high school English teachers – Ms. Greenwald. That was 10th grade, right? I’m a little embarrassed to say that Mrs. Kershman doesn’t even ring a bell. But can we talk Chemistry? πŸ˜‰
    Hope day one was great for your guys!

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