It’s back to school time, and you realize for the first time in 20 years, you won’t be attending “Meet the Teacher Night.” You have always loved this evening, and looked forward to it with great anticipation. How you enjoyed milling around the halls with the other lost parents, trying to locate room numbers. During the sessions where nervous teachers present syllabi, we parents–after inhaling the heady scent of freshly sharpened pencils and notebook paper–would occasionally ask a silly question or let out a guffaw or giggle, as if you were young again. You got to re-live the exciting moments of the first day of school.
Nervously, you’d glance up at the clock–you did not want to be tardy for the next class. Occasionally a teacher would let you out late, such as your daughter’s Pre-Cal teacher (who was a dead ringer for Dean Martin, during his later years), so you’d belted down the hot stairwell to try and find the next classroom, which had actually been switched to meeting in the cafeteria. After missing half of the “Health” presentation, and then staring at the smart board in the English class trying to decipher a beautiful Ezra Pound poem (this teacher looked just like William Macy), you decided to skip the last two classes–did you really need to go to Homeroom and PE? You didn’t want to set a bad precedent–what if they took roll?
But you were tired, and needed to get home. Just so later you didn’t end up having your recurrent dream of being late to Math class.
So you will miss Meet the Teacher Night this year…but you just discovered that you can watch your son’s college convocation online. Exciting, but not quite the same. And then tomorrow maybe you can still do a little back to school shopping for yourself.