Oh my holy hell, this is not going to become All About Kindergarten. Really. I swear.
So, Griffin is getting a new teacher. One week before school began, Griffin's Kindergarten teacher mentioned the possibility of getting a new teacher. Their numbers were high, about 18 in each class. By the first day it was 24 and 23. Word came yesterday that the school is definitely hiring a new teacher and all the half-day kids (which includes Griffin) is going to the new class.
Upon hearing that news, I decided to email the principal last night. I went into great details about the HOSPITAL VISITS and the BLEEDING OUT THE ASS and DUNCHA FUCK WITH MAH BAYBEE. But, you know, with better grammer and spelling.
Even though Griffin had a good yesterday (and I'll be damned if he doesn't LOVE school and scream when I mention home schooling), I'm concerned about all the different teachers he sees in a day. And I don't know why everything seems to be food-related there, but it's rather ridiculous. And not having a policy of letting every teacher he visits know about the allergies is even more ridiculous.
Word came today after school that a new teacher begins tomorrow. :: blink, blink:: Tomorrow. Additionally, the new teacher is going to be a long-term substitute until a full time replacement comes.
So this means that I have to teach at least two more teachers about all this shit. Oh my fuck.
The principal emailed me back today and it was very good I had alerted him to this issue. He wasn't aware of any Kindergarteners with allergies other than peanuts.
So... we now have a new plan of action. With the principal. Who swears all the insanity is gonna stop now.
Meanwhile, meet my new best friend: