First Day Blues & Brotherly Love

Technically, it was the second day of school but with a block schedule, it was another first for high school.  Ali took a wrong turn before her last class, and it took a bit longer to get to class.  They now have attendance stations before the hallways, and if they see that there is limited time left, they will stop students and require them to get a tardy slip before continuing to class.  Well, Ali got caught up in that sweep, which took far more time than had she just gone on to class.  So the attendance had already been taken, and she was marked absent.

Now the school calls the parents during the period the child is marked absent to see if it is an excused absence.  I got a call and freaked out a little.  I expressed my concern that this is not something Ali would do and that I knew if she were lost, she would be in tears somewhere.  They said they would track her down and call me back.  She was in class, of course.  Thank God!

The teacher of that class called me after school as well and said she had spoken with Ali at the end of class to let her know everything is okay, and there would be no consequences for new students this first week of school.  She told me at that point, Ali burst into tears.  I was misting up as the teacher told me this, too.  So when she walked in the door, I grabbed her, and we both hugged and cried.

The most poignant moment, though, was when Jason walked up and saw us standing there hugging and crying, and he rubbed her back briefly to comfort her, too!  My kids really do love one another!!!  This is one of those moments I will never forget!

Darcy Elliott

I don't believe humans truly have a purpose. Our goal is to survive until we expire. Period. Joy is pleasurable and worrying is not. Balance in life is crucial; but if the scales must tip, may they tip on the side of joy. I’m just another human trying to survive. I blog because I can and because I enjoy it, not because it serves any purpose.

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