P.***P.H.***P.H...what the heck, can I leave now?

Current mood: sleepy

Yeah, so today was early registration for athletes at the high school. That means us. I'm gonna say something that might piss some peeps off, but oh well... I can hardly believe cheer is like, totally considered a sport. Yeah, band is too (but not orchestra?). I guess it is kinda legit.

Sorta.

Anyway, our high school requires students to take their "sport" as a "class," thereby allowing them to register early to allow the school a chance to make sure they get the schedules they need to accomodate their "sport." I hate that crap, should just be register when Freshman register and call it a day.

Registration was from 8-12 for A-L. We slept a little late and didn't get there until 8:45. We had everything in order. We were ready to go. The cover letter on the packet said the process would take 30 minutes. Lying bastards.

I left the man-child at home becuase one thing I really needed more than exposure to 200 high schoolers was to take my eleven year-old into that environment. Someone shoot me now. Oh, by the way, the batteries on BOTH the cordless phones have died in the last six weeks, leaving me with effectively no land line. Bubba doesn't have a cell phone. He got to wing it.

At 10:04, when the football teams (yes, both of them) came in and the collective odor-ometer pegged out to "extreme," I started to wonder if we were ever going to be finished. With the waiting portion of registration.

Evah.

Our system (mastermindingly crafted, by the way) required one to obtain a ticket with a number upon entry to the cafeteria. One would then proceed to the seating area and seat. And seat. And seat. When one's number was called, one would proceed to the first station for forms inspection, then on to the nexts of about ten other stations. We go there at 8:45, 'member? Our number was 102. They called 38 when we left the number-giver-outer-guy. He didn't call another number until about ten minutes later. No one told me there would be a nap station for registration, and I am a little pissed at that. I could have brought my peeloh and gotten some shuteye.

10:00. Number 52. No, seariussly.

10:15. Number 53.

10:45. Number 60. Son of a biscuit maker, we movin' now!

Psyche.

Sew, it was 11:15 when we got to Number 102. Jesus heard me. Just not as fast as he heard the others cuz I gots no rosary.

Once we began to circulate through the stations, we were doing ok. Until. IDs and Fees. The ID card matching started acting like a teenager and decided to stop all activity. "Jew can go ahea threw dee udder stashuns and affer jew have jews techsbuhxes and get jews ID." Whu?

Next was the lunch station. See, we don't qualify for reduced or free lunches any more, so I thought we could skip that one. Nope! "I knee jews ping cheet so I can sheck it off, meehah."

Kelly was there, trying desperately to get the Tomster and Pimp Daddy T registered, only to learn she would have to wait until next Friday. You see, when her father was diagnosed with terminal cancer, she packed the three Ts (Tommy Jr. [15], Terry [14], and Thomas [10]) up and went home to 'Bama to care for him, thusly disenrolling them from the ever-so-streamlined Ysleta Independent School District. That means she has to register on Incoming-Out-of-State Registration Day. Major suckage. They practice with the football team. Oh, and the basketball team. They have for weeks now. Does that, then, not qualify them as "Student Athletes?"

After the lunch lady, we rocked on through the rest of the process and got the... Wait for it... 748 pounds of books La Princessa will require. Oh, and her schedule. What the heck, she's taking French? I didn't know that. Neither did she. Oh well, French it is. And Geography and Algebra and English (AP) and Orchestra and Cheerleading (yes, the class). Then we got the beloved ID. Chee dodent reely like eet, but den chee ees a deenasher.

I think it is cute, but then I am just a mother.

We got home at 12:32.

I sleepy.

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