Yes, I know it's ridiculously early. I'm not happy about it. I'd rather start after Labor Day and go further into June, because at least that way we aren't going to school during The Hottest Month of the Damn Year, but nooooo, we start in August.
Fortunately, it wasn't that hot. Because it was POURING rain all morning.
As the In School Suspension teacher, the odds of me having a kid on this very first half day of the school year are slim - although it has happened before - so I was assigned to help out in the front office with whatever needed doing.
Oh. My. Goodness. Gracious. Sakes. Alive.
I always knew our Amazing Secretaries were really buy in the morning, but I had no idea the drama and chaos that is the front office of a middle school. Really. It was insane.
We had parents dropping off enrollment paperwork.
We had parents - in their pajamas - dropping off enrollment paperwork.
We had parents with no identification so we couldn't sign them in and send them to guidance to enroll their kid. The Guidance Goddess had to trudge up front to deal with them.
We had parents coming in with a dazed look on their face that said the other middle school nearby sent them to us as they were in our zone, not theirs.
We had parents trying to convince us that they had moved to our zone and try to enroll, but when asked the kids said no they didn't move and gave an address that belonged in the other school's zone.
We had parent and grandparent arguing over whether they wanted the kid/grandkid removed from the special education bus and placed in regular transportation (which must be changed on an IEP). Apparently the kid told grandpa one thing and mom another. Whatever.
We had a mother inform us that her daughter couldn't be anywhere near another kid in the seventh grade, that they were going to court, the other mom had pulled a gun on someone, and goodness knows what else.
It was mind-blowing.
And our secretaries were amazing. They were calm, cool, and collected. They didn't blanch or roll their eyes or lose their minds with the 217th person that morning called and asked just when, exactly early dismissal was? They didn't bat an eye at any of the craziness.
As for me? Anytime a kid arrived who needed to be walked to their new homeroom, I was there to do the escorting. It got me out of the drama.
But dang, folks, school secretaries? They are Super Women. Truly.