Late yesterday I realized that back to school night for youngest son was at 7 pm that night.
We been doing back to school night for 13 years now and it never ceases to amaze me how it sneaks up on us. I mean it's not like it's a huge surprise, right? September, back to school. It was a choke-down chik-fil-a, what-is-your-schedule, race to the school, park a million miles from the school kind of night.
Just like every other year.
At least this year we didn't have two schedules to follow and it's actually kind of fun to walk the halls between classes seeing your friends.
We started with US History where the wise old teacher who has been through 36 back to school nights let his computer give his presentation. He had power point talk to us in a Steven Hawking voice for 7 minutes. He was a wise teacher. He has been doing this for years.
I loved the geometry teacher. He spent 4 minutes justifying learning geometry and you know every 15 year old he's ever met asked him "Why am I learning this?". I was thinking that I am 50 and I have never ever had the need for a proof. Good luck with geometry.
Youngest son later told us about when a student asked last year's algebra teacher "Why is this important?". His response? "It isn't, cooking and photography are". Smart guy.
We thought youngest son was loving foods class and were surprised when the new cooking teacher was cool to us and ambivalent about him. He loves to cook. Later it all made sense when we learned from him that we were in the wrong foods class.
And so another night of too small desks and hot classrooms was over. Two more to go.