Today was John’s first day of First Grade.  John woke up early and we told him to get dressed.  I had a collared shirt and khaki shorts picked out for John to wear for his first day.  John got dressed and I went to help him find socks and he was wearing a completely different outfit than what I had picked out.  John told Daddy that he felt more comfortable in his outfit.  It’s hard to argue with that.

The kids ate breakfast while I packed lunches.  John ate his breakfast fast and was ready to wait for the bus.  But it was too early to go to the bus stop, so every 2 minutes he would ask “Is it time now?”
 

Finally it was time to go to the bus stop.  John, Gillian, Daddy and I headed to the bus stop.  John was very excited and didn’t want to wait.  He paced.  For awhile we played I Spy.  That entertained him.  Gillian got mad, because we didn’t ask her to pick something. When we finally let Gillian have a turn, she picked something so obvious.  It was hilarious.  Before we realized it, the bus was arrived.  John didn’t hesitate and climbed the stairs and sat in the seat behind the driver.  The bus was barely past our street, and Gillian started to cry.  “Where Johnny going?” She shed a few tears and I gave her a hug.  We walked back home and I explained to her that John was taking the bus to his new school.  She calmed down and I took her to school.  After I dropped off Gillian, I drove past John’s new school (I know, I’m a little crazy.).  There were tons of buses and people dropping off kids.  I couldn’t see John, but it made me feel better. 

MFA lets out at 3:20, so Daddy and I were waiting at the bus stop by 3:40.  And we waited and waited and waited.  HIs bus finally arrived around 4.  The bus pulled up and opened the doors, there was about 5 seconds of no movement, and I heard the bus driver say “Where’s John? Oh, there he is! He’s coming!”  And there he was. 

We asked him about his day.  He said “Not so good for me.”  That sounds horrible, but after a million question we were able to get out of him that he had a pretty good day.  He made two friends. One is Trey (they sit next to each other in class) and the other is a boy that he met on the bus.  He had music today and learned that he is going to be in a concert in June.  He doesn’t understand why they have to learn poems.  They had lunch in the cafeteria (where most people brought their lunch) and they only got to play outside for like a minute. He said “And we had to work.  You know I don’ t like to do work!”  Daddy told him, “No one likes to do work, that’s why its called work.” 

Later at dinner, we heard that some kids got two strikes in music class.  “And you know what?  At three strikes you get a note sent home to your parents!”  Daddy asked him, “Did you get any strikes?”  He said “I didn’t bring you home a note!”  He did tell us proudly that he didn’t get any strikes, and that he got to sit next to a guitar in music class.  See?  Sounds like a pretty good day to me.