In order to find out who their teacher is for this year our families had to pick up their forms, which were being handed out at stations organized alphabetically by last names.
Despite the fact I was at the H/I station, with such common names as Han and Hernandez, my line was one of the shortest. C, on the other hand, wrapped around the cafeteria. Our families come from Vietnam, Korea, China, South America, the Middle East, the US, and Africa, and the C line reflected them all- Cortez, Chu, Cho, Connor, Cook, Caspio... and some long ones I can't begin to spell.
It's little, but it's something.
I also learned that after a long summer break I can barely handle a full work day. I'm rocking the after-school naps and the kids aren't even here yet. Next week I'm sure I'll barely be able to function. And if I'm that tired, just think what the kids are going to be like...