And Then There Were 21….
I was already fantasizing about all the wine I was going to drink as I caught up on all my fave TIVOed shows (I feel close enough to you all at this point to admit that Golden Girls is one of my all time favorite shows and guilty pleasures) on my way out of the building today when the school secretary abruptly burst my bubble.
Her: Mrs. Mimi…I’m so glad I saw you. You are getting a new student on Monday.
Her: Yea, a little boy from Kenya. He’s arriving in New York on Saturday and he should be here sometime on Monday morning.
Me: He’s just getting to the United States on Saturday and will be here on Monday? Yikes. Does he speak English?
Me: Was Ms. Weavalicious planning on telling me about this before Monday?
Her: No, she left for the day and said that you could work it out. Actually, we’ve known about this little boy since Tuesday. But I thought you should know.
Ok. So multiple issues are at play here.
First of all, I’m beginning to feel as if Ms. Weavalicious is just out to get me. Seriously, somedays I feel as if I should just bend over on my way by her office door. (I know, gross visual, but it had to be said…you know I don’t have a reputation for tip-toeing around an issue).
Secondly, they were just planning on dumping this little boy in my class with no warning??!? How horrifying is that? Welcome to America little friend!
Me on this little boy’s first day:
Oh, um, we don’t have desk for you or anything because I didn’t know you were coming…so um, here, you can sit in that extra chair in the corner of the classroom. It’s all we have. Where should you put your coat…well, there aren’t any more hooks, so I guess the floor of the closet? You need a pencil? A book? Maybe a math workbook? Ooo…sorry, I was only given 20 and no one told me you were coming. I’m so sorry sweetheart. What? You don’t understand what I’m saying? You don’t speak English? Oh ok (big smile) (gesture to sit). Welcome.
And no one was planning on warning me? So who is it really all about here? Because it certainly is not about the child, or even me for that manner.
Needless to say the knot in my stomach is only getting worse. On Monday morning I have to somehow get a desk to materialize, dig up an extra set of every book that my children have (because I was only issued 20…I don’t even have a copy for myself of any of their books!) and get my class ready to welcome this addition to our class.
…and for my next trick, I will pull a rabbit directly out of my a*s.