I just got home from dropping Brittany and Justice off at the local Christian high school (and by “just”, I mean “20 minutes ago”). The state of North Carolina requires that all homeschoolers take annual tests, and one of the few choices is the Stanford Achievement Tests. Our neighbors work at the Christian school – where they happen to take the SAT’s, so they helped us get the kids in for testing this year. I have all sorts of questions like “why is it required to take these tests each year?” and “what could possibly be so special about the tests that they cost $100 per student to take them?”, but that’s not the point of this post.
I set three alarms for this morning. There were two other people in my room with me. My alarm always goes off and it’s always loud, even if the volume is turned down. This morning, I heard none of them, and neither did the two kids in my room with me. Granted, I was awake until after 2:30 this morning, but still – I should have heard the alarms. The only thing I heard was Justice yelling, “MOM! IT’S 7:53!!!” Yes, we were supposed to BE there by 7:50. *sigh*
I jumped out of bed, yelled to Justice to wake up Brittany and Jarvis (Jarvis was staying with the little kids while I took the older two to the school – Jarvis and Darby will join them for three more days of testing next week), and I went to call the school. I couldn’t get in touch with the lady I had been dealing with when I registered the kids for testing, so I called my neighbor. She, thankfully, answered her cell phone, and she was able to ask if we could even still come – they said come on. So we threw clothes on and ran out the door with no breakfast (don’t the schools always emphasize eating a good breakfast on test day?).
We got there at 8:10 and finally found the church office (my sweet neighbor had told me where it was, but alas, my brain wasn’t even turned on yet after being awake for only 17 minutes by this point).
As we walked in, I looked at Brittany and realized she had grabbed some fitted skinny jeans and a t-shirt with a monkey band on them (not the band, The Monkees, from the days of yore, but a Paul Frank monkey band), but had a hoodie zipped up over the shirt, so at least there was that. I’m pretty sure she wasn’t anywhere close to the school’s dress code for girls. Justice had asked the neighbor what he should wear yesterday – he said the conversation went like this:
Justice – “what should I wear tomorrow?”
Neighbor – “just wear a nice shirt and some khakis” (note: the school kids wear uniforms of khaki pants and polos – plaid skirts for the girls)
Justice – “I don’t have any khakis”
Neighbor – “how do you not have khakis?!”
Justice – “I don’t like them”
Neighbor – “well, what kind of pants do you have?”
Justice – “um, jeans?”
Neighbor – “what else?”
Justice – “uhhh, that’s it?”
Neighbor – “ok, well, just wear your nicest jeans then”
The relay of this conversation tells me that Brittany’s outift was probably inappropriate for her environment today. Oh well. At least her hair isn’t pink anymore! 
Seriously though - I’m looking forward to it. We aren’t ‘officially’ starting for a couple more weeks-ish, but are doing some things to prepare such as diagnostic testing (starting today). 
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