The morning of his first day of school, we carefully packed Jedi’s many supplies into his backpack. This included his blue pencil box, which we arranged and prepared expressly for his ease of use, containing a handful of pre-sharpened No. 2 pencils, sharpener, box of 24 crayons, pink eraser, his own pair of safety scissors. The usual suspects.
He came home that afternoon with an empty backpack.
I expected the boxes of tissues to be gone, and the Ziploc bags. Even the Clorox wipes. I known these items are used freely about the classroom. But what about his blue folders and his dragon-covered notebook? What about his fully-stocked pencil box? I don’t remember much from my school days, but I know pencils are important. I asked if he knew where his stuff was, maybe they keep it at his desk, but he said he hadn’t seen them.
I wrote a note in professional red crayon the following morning for his teacher and stuck it in his backpack. Not surprisingly, he forgot to give it to her that day. Yesterday, however, he returned home with a briefly penned response, his dragon-covered notebook, and a bare-boned pencil box.
“The folders are used for journals, is this OK?”, the responding note read.
That’s fine, not a problem, but what about the other stuff? WHAT ABOUT THE PENCILS?
I don’t know about anyone else, but I already find kindergarten confusing.