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telarynNot so smooth, not so simple. I've in fact just blown some time reading the new Bad Penny summary just to bleed off my nerves.
So I get a call around 7:30. "Mom -- I'm in the office. Apparently they don't have my immunization records, so I can't get my schedule or go to class."
Well, fuck.
Now IN MY DEFENSE, I have called Gibbs four separate times over the summer requesting a call back so I can verify that all of her paperwork had been submitted and was present.
Nobody ever did so, either from the BETA program or the school proper.
None of which matters a hell of a lot at this point. So I tell Robin to hang tight, get in the car, and race to the pede's office.
Luckily, they know me -- *and* they're prompt.
I then drive the 30 or so miles to the school. I locate Robin, and we commence with the line standing.
Forty-five minutes later, the school nurse has signed off on her paperwork being present and correct.
We then leave to try and find where she's supposed to go to get her schedule. At that point we'd heard three different rooms.
We find the room *just* at the bell for period change (thankfully!). She gets her schedule, and *finally* at 9:30 am races off to class.
Those of you who know Robin will be amazed and impressed that she didn't fall apart *once*. She was annoyed, stressed, and working her way up to pissed...but no tears. Not once.
I was very proud and told her so. Repeatedly.
I'm also taking her for ice cream when she gets home. I'm sure the rest of the day will be a walk in the park compared to this morning, but just on the basis of surviving this morning she freaking earned it.
So I get a call around 7:30. "Mom -- I'm in the office. Apparently they don't have my immunization records, so I can't get my schedule or go to class."
Well, fuck.
Now IN MY DEFENSE, I have called Gibbs four separate times over the summer requesting a call back so I can verify that all of her paperwork had been submitted and was present.
Nobody ever did so, either from the BETA program or the school proper.
None of which matters a hell of a lot at this point. So I tell Robin to hang tight, get in the car, and race to the pede's office.
Luckily, they know me -- *and* they're prompt.
I then drive the 30 or so miles to the school. I locate Robin, and we commence with the line standing.
Forty-five minutes later, the school nurse has signed off on her paperwork being present and correct.
We then leave to try and find where she's supposed to go to get her schedule. At that point we'd heard three different rooms.
We find the room *just* at the bell for period change (thankfully!). She gets her schedule, and *finally* at 9:30 am races off to class.
Those of you who know Robin will be amazed and impressed that she didn't fall apart *once*. She was annoyed, stressed, and working her way up to pissed...but no tears. Not once.
I was very proud and told her so. Repeatedly.
I'm also taking her for ice cream when she gets home. I'm sure the rest of the day will be a walk in the park compared to this morning, but just on the basis of surviving this morning she freaking earned it.
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