Four days people, four days.
After fighting last week over the math grade and fighting earlier in the month to change Ryan’s classroom at the last minute, I think I can coast out the last four days of school. Well, I am hoping.
Ryan and I were in the grocery store Saturday and ran into his new homeroom teacher. She hugged him tight and introduced him to her elderly mother. During that conversation she told me that they would not be switching classes this week and there was to be no more homework. Ryan and I celebrated all the way home hearing the news. They are going to have tons of fun activities this week. His class were reading buddies to the kindergarteners, well Ryan wasn’t, but he gets to be included in the mini fun fair they are having tomorrow. The teacher has been doing fun art projects, and they are going to have a read outside day this week. I love that she is not a teacher who parks the kids in front of a movie but makes the last week super fun. Wednesday is the first swim meet so I am taking them out of school early to attend the meet because right now swimming is important and school is bleeding into our summer. On Thursday morning I will let them sleep in because the meet will be over late and hey, like I said school is messing with our summer. Tomorrow I am going to pick the boys up from school with dinner packed and we are going to head right to the pool from school, so they can play for two hours before swim practice. I know this is going to make them so happy.
It was nice to hear from Ryan’s teacher that he had a GREAT day and he bounded out of school with a flash of red hair and a smile on his face. It should have been that way all year.
Four days and I will never have to deal with these people again. I hope next year I can look back at this school year as a huge nightmare that ended and could only be remembered in bits and pieces.