Tonight we registered Seth for the Fall semester at Coleman Catholic. They gave us a ballpoint pen that said "Coleman" on it. I gave them a check for the deposit.
Seth, Lily and I likely looked a bit lost upon entering and a student a couple of years older than Seth approached us. Looking lost, he correctly assumed we were there for registration and pointed us - unsolicited - in the right direction.
Lily was very excited to be going to school. She pretends to go to school a lot at home, in which she straps on a back pack and runs circles around the house, trying to catch the bus. She doesn't really know much about what it is, only that Seth goes there everyday at the same time she goes to Evie's.
Coleman looks like you've stepped inside a time machine and traveled back about 60 years. It's clean and well-maintained but its lecture hall where we met for registration was furnished with rows of uncomfortable wooden seats that looked like they had been bolted in the floor in the 1950's. There were three large green chalkboards mounted on the walls and an overhead projector parked in the front of the hall near a lectern. There was a brown square intercom box of which I could hear the morning announcements in my head.
Today's lunch will be green beans and goulash with a buttered roll and milk.
However, something scrawled on the chalkboard placed me immediately in 2008:
CELL PHONES = DETENTION!
Looking around the room, I saw many other moppy-headed teenagers the same ilk as Seth and felt we were making the right decision.
Seth is disappointed he'll have to dress 'business casual' but the upside is his chances are slimmer for getting jumped on the way home - which sadly, happened to him last year on his walk home from Bailey. I think it's worth the inconvenience of wearing dress pants, don't you?
As we were on the way out of the building, we stepped over several book bags left in the entrance way between the two sets of doors. We had also stepped over these on the way in. I take this as another good sign that these books were left so carelessly and no one had walked off with them. One time, Seth's violin case had been stolen from a concert he performed at one of Kingston's elementary schools - George Washington.
I reminded Seth that his grades were going to be key over the next 4 years as he approaches college. (God, I can't even process this really...) But I also let him know that I'll be much more unhappy with a poor grade now that his schooling has become an economic investment. My bark might get a little bitier about Spanish now...