We once had a teacher that told parents,"I won't believe everything your child tells me (about home) if you won't believe everything your child tells you (about school)."
Here is what FL has told me about school so far this year:
The student teacher she had last year is student teaching again this year.
Mason was adopted over the summer, and got 16 new sisters.
Zac moved to Mexico.
Daisy moved to Delaware.
Gage came to school the first 2 days, moved to Delaware, but now is back because his grandma couldn't find a school in Delaware for him to go to. They were all full.
Melinda broke her arm. After that was all better, she broke her leg.
Angie was playing rock, paper, scissors, glue and got a concussion.
FL's kindergarden teacher came back to teach for 9 days, moved to Erie, and is now bored.
Derrick couldn't find something in his backpack, so he dumped it out and found homework from last year that he never did. From his old school.
The playground teachers let them throw little sticks, but not big ones.
FL saw the gym teacher at the grocery store, in the ice cream aisle. FL thinks that is why they have to run so much in gym. So the gym teacher gets to work off all that ice cream.
The lunchroom ladies won't serve Nacho Grande anymore. Something about the cheese isn't good for you. But they still have cheese pizza day.
(all names have been changed to protect the innocent.)
