We had no intentions of actually going in. Sebastian and I were just trying to figure out the best way to walk to the new school he’ll be attending next year. But there we were, his nose pressed against the glass and me in my moving cut-offs and tee-shirt. “Mom, lets just sneak in like ninjas and look around.” Knowing there’s no way “sneak in” to schools these days and worried about the impression we’d make showing up scruffy with no appointment, I paused. But the eagerness in his eyes won. “Let’s just ring the doorbell.”
“Hi, This is Sebastian. He’d like to come to school here next year.”
Now, if the school secretary had been doing her job, she would have handed us a registration packet or asked us to make an appointment.
But she wasn’t DOING her job.
She lit up like she was welcoming a dignitary to Disneyland.
“Oh, Sebastian, YOU are going to LOVE this school. All the kids and teachers are so nice, we have so much fun and learn a lot.”
And then she asked questions.
For every question, she knew just what to send him over the moon.
“What do you like to do?”
“Well, I like to ask a lot of questions and I like art.”
“OH, We totally need kids who ask great questions. Questions are so important to learning. You are really going to make a difference here. And you know what? You’ve come not only to the right school, but to the right county. We have so many programs to help you become an even better artist. And guess what, every year you can even have your art displayed at the mall!”
“What school did you attend before?”
“St. Paul Lutheran.”
“Oh, a private school… I see. That’s nice. Did you have to wear a uniform?”
“Yes. I hated that part.”
“Guess what, no uniforms here! You can dress to fit your awesome personality.”
And then the clincher.
“What time did you start at that school.”
“Well, you’ll have to wait until 9:15 to start here.”
The dancing began.
She then proceeded to share all kinds of helpful information about lunches, traffic jams and getting involved.
As we left with our registration packet, Seb looked at me and grabbed my hand. “Mom, I’m going to work really, really hard at this school.”
Thank God she wasn’t doing her job.