Out here in suburbia among parents of elementary school kids, the most highly-anticipated event of summer is the annoucement of the upcoming school year’s class assignment. The Harry Potter book? Nope. The Red Sox’ August suck fest? Not even close.
The annoucement allows us parents to determine these crucial facts:
1. Is our kid’s best friend in her class?
2. Is the kid whose mom is all freaky about scheduling parents to read to the classroom in the class?
3. Did our kid get the teacher who makes Dick Cheney look like Captain Kangaroo?
There’s a new principal at our neighborhood school, and I’m sure he’s not too happy with how the classroom assignments leaked out. The school mailed out notices about meetings with the new principal, and tucked in the corner of the address label on the envelope was a code that most of us figured was just random letters and numbers, if we noticed them at all. But a few moms who could put World War II code breakers to shame quickly realized that the last two figures was the classroom assignment. If is was “2J” then your second grader had Miss Jones.
The e-mail chains burned with the hot news and now we can all go back to waiting for Jonathan Papelbon to break his wrist getting out of his Hummer.