We were waiting at the bus stop

First day of kindergarten, of his everyday life for the next 13+ years and he was most excited about finally getting to ride the bus to school.

We took him to school that morning and promised to be at the bus stop when he got there that afternoon.  At his school orientation they had us fill out all the paperwork on which bus he was to ride and even a special paper regarding just the 1st day of school on whether or not he would that day or if it would be different for the 1st day.

That afternoon when the time came we walked down the street to wait at the bus stop.  We were the first ones there and were excited to see him get off the bus and come tell us all about his first day at “big kid” school.  Other parents started showing up to wait for their kids shortly after us.  Then my phone rang.  I just so happened to take my phone with me in case I wanted to snap some pictures of him getting off the bus.  Since we just moved here and not many people from here call me I wasn’t sure who it was since it was a local number.  It was his school… they said that the older students that help getting the kindergartners to the right pickup place had somehow taken Jax to the car pick up line, therefore he missed his bus because it had already left.  They asked if I could come get him or if they needed to send him to after-school care.  I told them I was on my way.  We walked back home, and I’m sure everyone else at the bus stop was wondering why we were leaving, and I headed to the school.

When I got there I found out that they had realized the bus hadn’t left yet so they put Jax on it and then had the driver wait while they called me to let me know.  However, either they dialed the wrong number or I didn’t have a signal on my way because I never got the call.  If I had I would’ve told them to keep him on it cause I knew how bad he wanted to ride it.  Since they weren’t able to get a hold of me again they pulled Jax back off the bus and had him wait in the office until I got there.  Here he was, his first day in a new school and now he was being pulled in every direction and didn’t have a clue what was going on.  He looked scared and upset when I got there.  And he was mad too since he didn’t get to ride the bus.  He said I was on there but then they made me get back off again.  He even had a big piece of paper tapped to his chest that said his name, bus # and address so they would know that he was to ride the bus.  I know mistakes happen and no they didn’t lose him but still how could this happen.

Our ride home was very quiet from the back seat.  I tried asking him questions about his day, all the questions I had hoped he would run off the bus to tell me about that afternoon but he wasn’t in the mood for it.  After getting his name wrong the other day and now this I was starting to wonder how the school year was going to go considering this was just the first day.

Luckily the next morning his happy mood was back and he was still excited about going back to school.  He was up before me and half dressed already.  He watched for his friends to start heading to the bus stop and was telling me to hurry up it was time to go.  I introduced him to the bus driver that morning and let the driver know that he would be riding it home too.  And it’s funny because his bus driver is actually my dads childhood friend and was his bestman at my parents wedding almost 40 years ago.  I told him who I was and he said oh yeah me and your dad go way way way way back.  He seems like a nice guy, I’m glad it’s him cause mean bus drivers are never fun.  I told my dad about him being the driver and oh the stories I have been told about their childhood days.  It’s funny how it really is such a small world.

Needless to say, Jax got to ride the bus that morning and he was on it that afternoon as well and walked off with his big cute smile.  He finally got to do what he wanted to do for so long.  Since then everything has been smooth sailing so hopefully we got the bumps in the road all smoothed out now.

Here’s to wishing him a fun and memorable year in Kindergarten.

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First day of Kindergarten

Last week my baby, and yes he’ll always be my baby, started Kindergarten.  I wasn’t sure if I was ready for him to be gone all day every day yet, but I knew that he was ready.  He had gone to pre-school for two years and did wonderful and this was the next step.  We moved over the summer back closer to family and he has made several new friends from the neighborhood that also go to his school.  Even though they are a grade or two older and he knew they wouldn’t be in his class he was still excited that he would get to ride the bus with them and maybe see them in the hallways at school some days.

On the first day I went in to wake him up that morning and he didn’t want to get up at first.  He told me it was to early and that’s why he couldn’t go to kindergarten.  A few minutes later he was wide awake and up and dressed and back to being excited.  His daddy and I took him out for breakfast that morning before driving him to school.  I had to tell him it was a requirement for me to take a first day of kindergarten picture or else he probably wouldn’t have let me.  Some days he’ll pick the poses for pictures, others I got to fight to get the side of his face.

1st Day of Kindergarten
1st Day of Kindergarten

We had gone to orientation a couple of nights before that where he got to see his classroom and meet his teacher.  So he knew what to expect when we got there Wednesday morning.  At orientation while looking over all his paperwork it took a few minutes before I realized they had his name as Jason (which is his daddy’s name) instead of Jaxon.  So all the cute little decorations around the room and in the hallway that listed all the kids names on them also said Jason.  I made sure to let his teacher know so she could fix it before school started in a couple of days.  But I told Jax that we would just have to change his name now and he replied with “can’t they just use an eraser or something and change it cause I really don’t want to change my name”.

Once we got to school he led the way to his classroom and went straight to his desk.  He was proud of that little desk and thought it was pretty cool that it has an opening in it to put all his stuff.  He had started putting stuff in it already at orientation.  However, I guess he was a little nervous because he wouldn’t look up for me to take his picture at his desk.  He just opened his art box and grabbed a crayon and started coloring away on the coloring sheet the teacher had laid out for each kid at their desks.  I snapped a picture anyways, he just wasn’t looking.  He seemed fine so I told him I was going to leave and that I would be at the bus stop that afternoon waiting for him when the bus dropped him off.  He told me OK and to go ahead home and go to the bus stop to wait for him.  I guess I wanted me to wait there all day just to make sure I was there when he got there.  I said OK for his reassurance and then I kissed him goodbye and left.

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Obsessing Over School

This week was a long rough one and I couldn’t be happier that its over. When it comes to school, I overdo it. I haven’t always been this way, until senior year of High School I basically just got by. Going out with my friends was more important and I don’t think I ever thought about the future, like it wasn’t coming. I switched schools so many times I was never on track with the new school I started. I had either already learned the material, so I would become lazy or I was so behind that I didn’t bother to ask questions.

But now is a different story, I obsess over a perfect grade. I study for hours, and when you aren’t interested in a class it makes it even more difficult to remember the material. That’s what makes exam week so sucky, I am constantly studying because I can’t seem to remember the material to save my life and help me if I receive lower than an A.

I’m not even sure all the stress is worth it, I don’t know why I feel the urge to maintain a 4.0 or to makes Dean’s List. I think I’m making up for lost time. All the times I would be fine with a C or D in high school, I guess I just need to prove to myself that I am capable.