Happy New Year, Kiddies!
At the risk of revealing my true inner nerd, I have to confess that part of me always looked forward to the return to school every September. There were the cute new shoes to show off, and all those lovely pencils that didn't have the shit chewed out of them, not even one tiny nibble. And I also think I was a sucker for the catalogues that came out, which depicted all those sassy new outfits being modelled by flawless kids, strolling carefree down leafy streets. No doubt they had homemade cookies in their Nancy Drew lunchboxes.
Of course the reality proved to be rather more harsh than the Leave it to Beaver world of the Eaton's catalogues, but I still do enjoy the fresh beginning that September promises. I crave the structure of the school year after a couple of months of hedonism. Even though I work through my summers these days, the structure is still quite different than it is the rest of the year.
And now my baby is at her first day of high school (which starts at grade 10 in Alberta).
There is no high school in our area, so even if she was going to her designated school, she would still need to take the bus. And there is no school bus for high school students - they take the regular transit system.
$47.00 per month!
We apparently get a rebate of $15.00 per month, but we still have to fork that money out at the beginning of each month.
No wonder the province of Alberta is so fucking wealthy. We pay for everything - school transportation, health care premiums, automobile registration, even bloody library cards. Other provinces in which I have lived have always provided those things. I guess that's why Ralph sent us those "prosperity" cheques last winter.
And naturally the bus schedules all changed at the end of August, so that my carefully crafted itinerary is no longer valid. Today I was scrambling trying to figure out how Eva will get to school on time tomorrow when I return to work (and I hate being unprepared). It looks as though it will take her an hour to get there. She has the option of 2 buses and a train, with a short walk from our house to a bus shelter, or 2 buses with a long walk from our house to a bus stop with no shelter. I think she really wants to take the train option, but not because of the shelter, which would be important to me, but rather because she likes taking the train. I think she likes to pretend that she does not live in the suburbs.
Reading Allison's excitement about her thesis project got me all hankering to go back to school again. I loved going to university, which is part of the reason I went for 8 years (that, and too much partying), and have worked in a university setting for almost 10 years. I'm sure that hankering will pass though when I am free to do what I want with my spare time and others are doing homework. I have to grow up sometime, after all.