The "Pop up" - Part I

Growing up in our household, there was one threat we never tested. Acting up so badly in school, that our mother had to leave her own classroom and come to ours.

I recall an incident in high school when my life was in danger and I wasn't even aware. My mother had received a phone call informing her that I was not in school. Before she could make arrangements for a sub and gather her coat and purse; Mr. Przybysz, our principal & my favorite administrator, called my mother and corrected the mistake. I learned of my near death experience after returning home that evening and my mother informing me of the days events. I'm still a little salty about the whole thing.

I digress.

My youngest child is the testosterone version of my late maternal grandmother. Suffice it to say he has a strong will and an even harder head.

After weeks (no months) of talking, In School Suspensions, lunch detentions, taking away every privilege, not receiving anything for Christmas and numerous phone calls to and from teachers. It's time...

Tomorrow morning after I give my boys a hug and a kiss, make sure they board the school bus safely and see their sister off for the day; I will be making a trip to Edison Intermediate to spend time in class with my youngest son. As I think about the look on his face when I walk into his classroom, I think I'll take my new digital camera along to capture the moment.