Death is not worse pain than an empty life. -- Lun Tha

Cyclone goes to a charter school. I like that very much,  for the record.  Yes, there is a constant push for fundraising (because they only get 75% of their funding from State funds and must raise the rest), but the class sizes are smaller, the facility is extremely clean, and the teachers work to make good relationships with the families.  Which is why so many families send all of their children through this particular school.

Today was Open House for our district.  Or, you could call it, Meet the Teacher and Bring All the Items on the Supply Lists.  I just realized I forgot, though, to label Cyclone's box o'stuff. Ah well. His homeroom teacher saw us bring it in and put it down, so it should be credited to us.

There are tables in the cafetorium, at this school. Tables where you buy a school "agenda" -- read, planning guide/calendar/teacher-parent communication tool -- and rent a locker for the year.  Then, there's the bus route table, the uniform table, the after-school care table (for the younger kids), and the PTSO table.   This year, I have volunteered to assist with Fundraising Coordination for the PTSO.  Why? I have no idea. But I have.

Cyclone's class list has about 18 students on it at this point. I like that. There are about 2 eighth grade classes, 2 seventh, and 3 sixth grade classes.  I think. <smile>  I'll do a better count, later. (Hey, I'm on the PTSO Board, ha ha ha!)  His classes will include journalism and art, which I think is very cool.  His homeroom teacher was pleased to see him.  This surprised me, as Cyclone had a real problem hanging on to his textbooks last year.   Do you think the new glasses will help in that regard this year? 

Me, either.

Even so, we are looking forward to his final year of Middle School.    I better go get to work hemstitching his uniform slacks...

And guess what? I have Cartoon Ranger's Open House in 2 hours.  Busy day!