New School

Mom’s maternity leave ended, so I started my new school today….


“I’m not crying; you’re crying.”

Is it unreasonable to scream and sob like a blubbering mess if your parents have the audacity to leave you in the care of a reputable daycare facility while they head to their offices to earn money so that they can responsibly provide food, shelter, and Matchbox cars for their children?  (Asking for a friend.)

Okay, so maybe I shed a few tears upon arrival at my new school, but only because I was concerned that we were leaving Genesee in the hands of total strangers. What a terrifying situation for little G…

Okay, so maybe sissy conducted herself more gracefully than me, but in my defense, she didn’t understand the gravity of the situation. She’s young, and carefree, and oblivious, and must not have seen our parents get in the car. And drive away. WITHOUT US.

It should be noted, however, that I quickly recovered from my meltdown. Especially since I boarded a school bus at 8:45 a.m. for a field trip to Viterbo University to see the play, Pete the Cat. I sat in between my new teacher, Ms. Nichole, and my new friend Abbi. We giggled a lot. “It was so silly!”

It was lunchtime once we returned to my new school, so I enjoyed Beef Stroganoff, green beans, and mandarin oranges before taking a nap, checking in on my sister, and then burning off some energy at the playground.

Finally, as the sun began to set on my outdoor fun time, I SPOTTED MY PARENTS!!!!!!!! IN THE PARKING LOT!!!!!!! BECAUSE THEY RETURNED!!!!! I mean, no big deal. I knew they would. Just as they promised, just as they always have, and just like they will again tomorrow. No problem. I’ve got this. Actually, the day was way more fun than my morning screams would lead you to believe.


Wait. Did someone say I have to do this all over again tomorrow?


P.S. There’s a “Hudson” in my class!! It’s not the same as my best friend Hudson from campus, but kind of! This new school thing might work out after all.

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