I spent an hour today doing something I haven’t done in more than three decades: cleaning out a locker.
I found: umpteen clean sheets of loose paper (too crumpled to be useful), a full, unused stack of Post-It notes in thirty-two pieces, two overdue library books, four pencils (one a broken stub and one with no eraser), one pen, and the remains (including plastic containers) of every single lunch The Animator has taken to school since Labor Day — and he’s never been absent.
I did not find his pencil box, scissors, the other twenty brand-new pencils, the other eleven pens, any erasers at all, or the agenda I bought two weeks ago to replace the first agenda he lost. I suspect all but that last item are in the same location.
Maybe the Lost and Found? Seemed logical.
Here’s what I found there: five lightweight jackets, one adorable Fedora (in a school where hats are not allowed), two full-size binders full of paper, three pencil boxes (none of which are familiar but all of which are filled with supplies), two unmatched mittens (really? already???), two water bottles (both full and one leaking), twenty-seven assignments with a red letter grade at the top, thirteen completed but ungraded assignments (four of which had no name on them), one library book, one science textbook, and half a dozen, crumbling oatmeal cookies.
I have only one response.
Who loses oatmeal cookies???
OK, I have another response. Apparently my son’s proclivity to lose everything is not unusual for Grade Seven.
Also? It’s going to be a very long year.