So New York City requires that students apply to go to middle school. Let’s repeat: APPLY TO GO TO MIDDLE SCHOOL. That’s sixth grade, guys. Geez. My guy is a fifth-grader, which means Mom has to overcome her fear of paperwork (a long-standing family trait, by the way, as evidenced by my parents’ numerous tax problems. See: Megan Does Her Parents’ Taxes So She Wouldn’t Get Thrown Out Of College, Triggering An Audit).
I have to copy his report cards, set up tours of schools, figure out where we think is the best place for him to go, and then apply. It makes my head ache just thinking about it. Seriously.
But this isn’t anything to fool around with (See: Megan Finds the Original Financial Aid Form from Brown Her Father Never Sent In Months After the Deadline, Even Though Brown Was Her First Choice), so I gotta get over myself.
Yuk.
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You can do this. Buy yourself some new pens and pencils, put fresh paper in the printer. See if you can employ your iPhone in the mission. You can do a less than perfect job to start, then make it better. Go Megan! You are both Rock and Scissors, Paper is no match for you.
It sounds like a lot of work, but maybe it’s good practice for high school and college??
Our school goes through 8th grade, so I wont have to do this until high school.
Oh, I feel your pain. What a PITA. Good luck. Indulge in some cool office supplies.