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First Impressions

 A week before Sawyer's first day of first grade, his school hosted a Back to School Night.  We thought it would be a great opportunity for Sawyer to see his classroom and meet his teachers.  We hoped it would take away some of the nerves associated with trying something new, and that it would be his chance to make a positive first impression under the guidance of his very socially astute parents.  

Upon arriving, he immediately loved his classroom teacher, as we predicted he would.  There were no major catastrophes (aside from his baby sisters trying to wreck all the decorations and screaming every thirty seconds).  He thought his PE teacher had an amazing gym and toys.  I tried to make a positive connection there since I also taught elementary PE, but fell very flat.  Fortunately, I don't believe the teacher connected me to Sawyer, and he will hopefully have a chance to make his own way in that class.  

We rounded out the tour by meeting his music teacher.  After introducing herself, she asked Sawyer if he liked music.  He replied in the affirmative.  Then she asked what kind of music he liked.  He took a moment to consider the question, then replied, "I'm really into rock n' roll."  Did I mention, this is a Christian school?    After Sawyer answered her first question, I hoped we were done.  No dice.  The next question was, "What's your favorite song?"  As he pondered, I noticed the large whiteboard with the names of songs other kids had chosen: Jesus Loves Me, My God Reigns, Paw Patrol, Amazing Grace....  Finally, Sawyer piped up with, "Bad to the Bone!" 

And we are done here.  She then handed the boys kazoos - paybacks of some sort, and we headed home with the knowledge that music will probably not be our strong suit this year.       

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