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It's the end of the world as we know it?
Dec. 21st, 2012 03:59 amHello? Is this thing on? Are you still there, world?
Huh. I guess the end of the world happens later today? The Mayans couldn't possibly be wrong, after all, nor could their calendar start over at the beginning like ours does when we hit December 31st. Oh no, that would make far too much sense.
Yesterday was Enoch's last day of school before Christmas break and the school was putting on couple assemblies with each class presenting something to the other kids and parents. Aside from there being two afternoon kindergarten classes, I wasn't quite sure why it was split into two assemblies. Now that I've seen their gym, I know. It was freaking tiny. No room for anyone. The principal kept stopping the program and telling people that it wouldn't continue until the parents cleared the doorways because it was a fire hazard. That seemed hilarious to me, as making a tiny path available to the door would not have made a bit of difference if a fire had started. The huge mass of parents would have instantly wedged itself in the two doors and all the "fire hazard" concern would have been for naught. Maybe all elementary school gyms are this size and I just don't remember since it's been so long since I've been to my elementary (and I never will again since it's been torn down and replaced with the typical prison-like building of the past forty years of school designs :( ).
At any rate, I didn't expect Enoch to do much, because this is Enoch. Sure enough, he refused to even get up with his class. Both of our kids march to the beat of their own drums, him especially, and public performance just doesn't seem to be part of their programming. So I recorded his class on my iPad and played Minecraft until everything was over so we could grab him and go home, because honestly? I don't care about kids I don't know singing Feliz Navidad. My life would be fuller without ever encountering such a thing, in fact. Bea didn't much care for any of it either. After a few presentations, she finally stopped cowering with her hands over her ears, but as soon as the clapping would begin after a performance, she'd cover them right back up.
Neither of them were quite as funny as they were in their dance recital last June, but that's probably going to be hard to top for a while.
Huh. I guess the end of the world happens later today? The Mayans couldn't possibly be wrong, after all, nor could their calendar start over at the beginning like ours does when we hit December 31st. Oh no, that would make far too much sense.
Yesterday was Enoch's last day of school before Christmas break and the school was putting on couple assemblies with each class presenting something to the other kids and parents. Aside from there being two afternoon kindergarten classes, I wasn't quite sure why it was split into two assemblies. Now that I've seen their gym, I know. It was freaking tiny. No room for anyone. The principal kept stopping the program and telling people that it wouldn't continue until the parents cleared the doorways because it was a fire hazard. That seemed hilarious to me, as making a tiny path available to the door would not have made a bit of difference if a fire had started. The huge mass of parents would have instantly wedged itself in the two doors and all the "fire hazard" concern would have been for naught. Maybe all elementary school gyms are this size and I just don't remember since it's been so long since I've been to my elementary (and I never will again since it's been torn down and replaced with the typical prison-like building of the past forty years of school designs :( ).
At any rate, I didn't expect Enoch to do much, because this is Enoch. Sure enough, he refused to even get up with his class. Both of our kids march to the beat of their own drums, him especially, and public performance just doesn't seem to be part of their programming. So I recorded his class on my iPad and played Minecraft until everything was over so we could grab him and go home, because honestly? I don't care about kids I don't know singing Feliz Navidad. My life would be fuller without ever encountering such a thing, in fact. Bea didn't much care for any of it either. After a few presentations, she finally stopped cowering with her hands over her ears, but as soon as the clapping would begin after a performance, she'd cover them right back up.
Neither of them were quite as funny as they were in their dance recital last June, but that's probably going to be hard to top for a while.
