The alarm rang at 6:20 Am this morning. I had forgotten about the slowly rising volume of our clock radio as it broadcasts the news on the BBC radio station. Like an intruder, the announcer creeps into our bedroom with the world's news. "Hurricane Felix hits the Nicaragua coast as a category five storm, with the potential to cause catastrophic damage" followed by "A court upholds the death sentence against Saddam's cousin Ali Hassan al-Majid, known as Chemical Ali"
A rude awakening. It is the start of school here in New York. I have not really relied on an alarm clock since my son's last day of school back in June. But here we are again. From now on, I will be up at the same time every morning, dreaming of vacation. Aren't we all?
As a parent of two kids, four years apart, there have been many First Day's of school, not even counting my own schooling. Every year, the same forms to fill out, the same lists of supply, the contract letters between teacher, student and parent: I will come to class prepared and ready to learn...I will respect my fellow classmates...Class grades are based on 25% quizz gardes, 50% test scores and 25% homework and so on and so forth
I know I will have to sign a few of those letters for my 11th grader. Yes, routine has returned to our home. I am not quite sure if I welcome it.
.JPG)
No comments:
Post a Comment