Well, as much as I tried to convince Mom last year that school is fine, it's just not for me...she insists that I go back again. Well, alright. If I must go back then I will go back in style. At least as much style as my private school dress code will allow. Mom took me shopping for the coolest, plain, Walmart/Target brand polo type shirts and plain khaki and navy shorts you have ever seen. I mean...I look sharp! I even got to pick a new backpack. Lucky for me, teacher said last year's Spidey backpack would not fly because it didn't have 2 zippers. Come on Mom...it's a matter of $15...max! Anyway, searching on the endless wall of backpacks at Walmart, it hit me. It called to me. It was the PERFECT backpack. It was BLUE (my favorite color)! After Mom tried to push these tricked-out, trendy, 6D-ish looking Spiderman and Star Wars numbers on me, asking way too many times if I was sure about my choice...she finally gave in and bought me my small, generic, BLUE backpack. (She seemed a bit too thrilled about my choice when she checked the price.)
First day of school came, and I was ready. I looked awesome and felt awesome. Mom tortured us with pictures. Dad even came to see me off. First glance in the room...I'm thinking I'll just go back home. But then I saw Avery walking to my table (she's really pretty) and thought maybe it would be fine after all. Then I said my goodbye's. Then Mom said her goodbye's...again...and again...and again. I thought she'd never leave! When Mom picked me up and asked how my first day was, I told her, "PreK-4 is even better that PreK-3!" And man is it ever! We are not the "babies" of the playground anymore. I am an upper classman...I rule the Preschool...I am FOUR!
Second week: Okay, enough of this getting up early and rushing to school just to learn something new. I already know plenty. I tried telling Mom all sorts of things to get out of going...I'm just too sleepy, I didn't get good rest last night. I don't even like pizza, okay I like it but not in the mood for it today. If you're sick you don't go to school, right? -My tummy hurts. School is boring. We don't really so much "learn", we play. We don't get to have fun, we have to sit and listen. We didn't do anything today.... None of this works, folks. I'm still having to go. But I have come up with something that is SURE to work. When Mom walks me to the door, I plant myself in the corner and look up at her with big, teary eyes and say, "I love you Mommy. I'm going to miss you." When she tries to talk, I just hold up one finger and say it all again. You wouldn't believe the results! She's nearly in tears and I just know that next time she is gonna scoop me up and take me home for some ice cream and a day of Disney movies. I'm telling you kids, if you haven't tried this tactic, you should. It works! I figure I have 2 maybe 3 more days of this, then it's smooth sailing at home. That is, unless Dad catches on. Then I'm in trouble. Oh, note for you kids trying this...it does not, I repeat, does not work at all with Dad. He's just not buying it.
3rd week: Got my wish...I'm missing school. Played the sick card. Except I'm really sick...and it really stinks. And the rest of my family is sick...and they really stink. I think I'm ready to go back to school.
Gotta go get well. Later,
Jakers
First day of school came, and I was ready. I looked awesome and felt awesome. Mom tortured us with pictures. Dad even came to see me off. First glance in the room...I'm thinking I'll just go back home. But then I saw Avery walking to my table (she's really pretty) and thought maybe it would be fine after all. Then I said my goodbye's. Then Mom said her goodbye's...again...and again...and again. I thought she'd never leave! When Mom picked me up and asked how my first day was, I told her, "PreK-4 is even better that PreK-3!" And man is it ever! We are not the "babies" of the playground anymore. I am an upper classman...I rule the Preschool...I am FOUR!
Second week: Okay, enough of this getting up early and rushing to school just to learn something new. I already know plenty. I tried telling Mom all sorts of things to get out of going...I'm just too sleepy, I didn't get good rest last night. I don't even like pizza, okay I like it but not in the mood for it today. If you're sick you don't go to school, right? -My tummy hurts. School is boring. We don't really so much "learn", we play. We don't get to have fun, we have to sit and listen. We didn't do anything today.... None of this works, folks. I'm still having to go. But I have come up with something that is SURE to work. When Mom walks me to the door, I plant myself in the corner and look up at her with big, teary eyes and say, "I love you Mommy. I'm going to miss you." When she tries to talk, I just hold up one finger and say it all again. You wouldn't believe the results! She's nearly in tears and I just know that next time she is gonna scoop me up and take me home for some ice cream and a day of Disney movies. I'm telling you kids, if you haven't tried this tactic, you should. It works! I figure I have 2 maybe 3 more days of this, then it's smooth sailing at home. That is, unless Dad catches on. Then I'm in trouble. Oh, note for you kids trying this...it does not, I repeat, does not work at all with Dad. He's just not buying it.
3rd week: Got my wish...I'm missing school. Played the sick card. Except I'm really sick...and it really stinks. And the rest of my family is sick...and they really stink. I think I'm ready to go back to school.
Gotta go get well. Later,
Jakers
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