So it’s Monday and we hope to get The Letter from the Department of Education. Where or where will my child be going to middle school next year. It’s June and we still don’t know.
Please oh please, I hope the letter comes today.
So it’s Monday and we hope to get The Letter from the Department of Education. Where or where will my child be going to middle school next year. It’s June and we still don’t know.
Please oh please, I hope the letter comes today.
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Fingers crossed…
Your situation completely reminds me of my wife and mine last year, hoping and praying that our daughter would get into preschool. Preschool. At the school we’re zoned for and is < 3 blocks from our house. Nevertheless, we were like, sacrificing live chickens and rattling prayer beads. It's so fucking surreal that we have to hope and pray to have our kids educated. It's not like you're up all night begging god to get you a fucking pony. "PLEASE GOD let my health insurance pay for my colonoscopy this year." Sick country. Yet getting access to Yankee games and good bbq anywhere else is just such a bitch. I guess we're stayin.