School house doors are a little intimidating when you're seeing them for the first time. That doesn't seem to change.
One Room? Can you even imagine what that was like? I can't even stand when the internet goes out for half a day, which makes writing on a slate with chalk seem unbelievably archaic.
And let's hope they taught the whole Constitution and not just the parts they liked.
Freshman Orientation Drop Off
That Daughter: How I will I know where to go?
Me: You know every freshman in this car line up is asking their parent that very same question this very same moment, right?
That Daughter: But how will I know?
Me: Follow the people.
That Daughter: But people are going in different directions!!!
Me: Look! There's two seniors in blue shirts with clipboards in front of the gym. They look very official. And look now! They're POINTING. Just ask them.
That Daughter: I have to ask someone??? (pauses, then smiles) You'll meet me at four, right?
Me: Yes. You'll be fine! Your sister had to do this and she had less to go on. You're more familiar with this school that she ever was at this point.
That Daughter exits the car, stands with the door in her hand looking at me.
Me: (arm outstretched, hand open wide, leaning towards her across the stick shift), "Stay Alive! No matter what occurs. I will find you!"
Yeah. I made her laugh with that one.