Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Fostering: first day of middle school right here.

Tonight's our first MAPP class, y'all. This shit's happening.

We have absolutely no idea how many people will be there, other than that "the session is full." Full could mean two other people, or seventy, and I honestly don't know which guess will end up being closer to the truth.

Also, I'm really good at being anxious, so I've been practicing worrying about this all week. Last night I freaked out because I didn't have every single piece of paper they wanted already lined up (and stayed up late getting them all ready, and getting grumpy at Andy for not rushing to make me a copy of his car insurance card when I wanted him to).

Today, I am trying to figure out what to bring us for dinner, because the classes are from 6 to 9 and Andy's going straight from work. He texted me that he ate a really late lunch, so I'm grabbing a sandwich here and bringing us three kinds of fruit from our CSA - we'll each get a peach, three teeny plums, and a handful of blueberries - and homemade granola bars. Turns out I'm trying to impress these bitches by being all "I work full time, but am still capable of providing nutritious food to any child placed in my care!". Obviously, no one but me gives a shit about my snack choices, but I feel like everything I do/say/wear/think is being scrutinized.

What if everyone else is really weird, or really into Jesus (who's cool and all, but not my reason for doing this), or old, or something? What if they make us do stupid role-play stuff (someone mentioned "acting out skits" in one of our earlier meetings) and it's lame and forced and everyone has those weird tight smiles but we have to pretend to be excited so they don't mark us down for having a bad attitude? I JUST WANT TO HELP SOME KIDS is said in the same tone in my head as I CAN'T REMEMBER MY LOCKER COMBINATION AND I DON'T HAVE TIME TO GO PEE BETWEEN CLASSES AM I SUPPOSED TO HOLD IT ALL DAY OR WHAT.

I'm so good at worrying!

Anyone want to hear a recap of the class stuff tomorrow? Or would you rather hear about a fight I had with Andy on Sunday? Or both? CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE!

P.S. Let's be serious, if no one chimes in with a choice I'll probably forget I was going to write about either of those and write about something different. So, you know, be ready for that too.


  1. Yes, what Jenny said. Both!

    P.S. You crack me up.

  2. You got it, dudes. You will likely be relieved to hear that no one mentioned Jesus at all. Phew.