My son was up late working on a school project – a poster about the evils of text messaging and driving. This morning, the project still wasn’t done. There were pieces of construction paper that needed to be glued, photos that had to be printed off the web and scissors that just mysteriously disappeared into the the chaos of what is our house in the morning.
First of all, let me register my complaint that kids in high school are still asked to do projects that involve colored pencils, construction paper and me running out to Walgreen’s at 10pm for poster board. Second, let me say that without those type of projects, I probably wouldn’t have been able to graduate from high school.
Anyhow, I took pity on my son who was assembling his project on the dining room table, before breakfast, in his pajamas.
“Is there anything I can do to help you?” I asked.
He handed me some construction paper to trim, a few images to glue and in minutes, the project was complete. I wrapped the poster board in a plastic garbage bag, dug around in my purse for lunch money and handed him a bagel as he went out the door.
With the poster – but without his backpack.
Which I delivered to the school at 8:15am.
Note to the School Department: Crazy-looking women carrying backpacks and wearing bedroom slippers should not be able to just walk into the school.
So what do you think?