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Gonzalez Gone!
27/8/07 11:48The air in Washington must be smelling incrementally sweeter.
27/8/07
12th and 6th
27/8/07 22:28Today school started in the sovereign state of California. Or at least in the sovereign city of San Francisco. Sarcasm Girl, filled with dread and a determination to Stay Organized this year, went off to school at 7:40 for an 8:05 start. YG, whose school is a 45-minute bus ride away, decided to leave early. I was riding with her this morning just to make her comfortable about the trip--and a good thing, too. The bus we were shooting for was the 8:02, but we got to the stop at 7:50, so we should have been able to board the 7:52, except that the 7:52 never came. At 8:05 another bus came and we clambered on. Crowds, elbows in face. YG, dauntless and excited, recked naught--until the bus stopped at 6th and Judah, half way to the stop we were heading for, and we were informed by the bus driver that the next bus was half-an-hour behind this one. Fortunately another bus showed up soon, going north (which we needed) and east (we wanted west). So we hopped aboard, rode to Masonic and Geary, and when we got there, ran hell-for-leather across the breadth of Geary to catch the 38, which dropped us off, miraculously, right in front of YG's middle school just as the bell was ringing.
The kid made it home on her own this afternoon, full of stories and enthusiasms. She loves her math/science teacher, thinks her language arts/social studies teacher will be okay, and is outraged (outraged!!) that she's been put in a computer class which appears to be mostly typing. She met some eighth graders on the bus, one of whom promised (in the most daunting way possible, except that YG seemed to think she was a riot) to watch out for the kid and keep her out of fights. She came home with many many papers to sign and fill out, and that has been done. And she made a chocolate-banana-strawberry-raspberry-blackberry pie for dinner.
Meanwhile Sarcasm Girl, assigned to answer questions about Plato's allegory of the cave, was hopping up and down about how much she adores her AP English course. She's also got AP Stats, about which she's feeling much more wobbly, but said "I'll see how I feel about it after a week. Hey, if I make it through the week, maybe I'll see how I feel about it after another week. Maybe I'll make it through the year that way." I've heard less promising plans.
The kid made it home on her own this afternoon, full of stories and enthusiasms. She loves her math/science teacher, thinks her language arts/social studies teacher will be okay, and is outraged (outraged!!) that she's been put in a computer class which appears to be mostly typing. She met some eighth graders on the bus, one of whom promised (in the most daunting way possible, except that YG seemed to think she was a riot) to watch out for the kid and keep her out of fights. She came home with many many papers to sign and fill out, and that has been done. And she made a chocolate-banana-strawberry-raspberry-blackberry pie for dinner.
Meanwhile Sarcasm Girl, assigned to answer questions about Plato's allegory of the cave, was hopping up and down about how much she adores her AP English course. She's also got AP Stats, about which she's feeling much more wobbly, but said "I'll see how I feel about it after a week. Hey, if I make it through the week, maybe I'll see how I feel about it after another week. Maybe I'll make it through the year that way." I've heard less promising plans.