Went with the teenager to register him for 11th grade today. What fun.
Step 1 - Stand in line to turn in two pieces of paper. I probably should have filled them out (along with the rest of the packet) before getting in the line, instead of trying to use my own chest as a writing surface. Oh well. Proceed to step 2.
Step 2 - Another line! (What a shocker.) Turn in more paper. Write a check. How on earth is a yearbook $80? Proceed to... you get the idea.
Step 3 - Pictures. Write another check, give to teenager who stands in line by himself, while I get shunted off to a holding area with the other parents to sit in too-small desks and stare at each other.
Step 4 - Teenager re-enters, only to stand in another line, this time for the sole purpose of getting a little sticker on his freshly minted school ID so that he can go off campus for lunch. Added bonus: line goes past formaldehyde-filled glass box with dissected cat on display. Reactions of female passers-by almost worth the wait.
Step 5 - Yet another line, this time at school library to get books, all seven of them! Once again, adults kicked to the curb as students proceed inside unaccompanied. Exactly what do they think will happen otherwise? Already getting hot at 10:30 in the morning. What happened to starting school after Labor Day?
Mercifully it eventually comes to an end, as all things must. Drop off kid at home, drive to work.
Tomorrow I get to do the whole thing over again with his little brother at the middle school. Double yay.
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