The Big Time

Every year, on the first day of school, St. Regis would have all the students line up on the playground. Each grade would wait with anticipation to hear his/her name called and be appointed to a homeroom teacher. It was such suspense... to find out who your homeroom teacher was... and the parents would all be there too. Dads in suits. Moms chatting it up nervousl. When you are a mom - all that matters are your kids.
It could of been the biggest day of the year, besides Fun Day (which is the last day of the year). Secret Santa Day was pretty great too.
All summer long I would think about who my homeroom teacher would be. In every grade there was a nice teacher and a mean mother fucker. My natural hyper activity created an anxiety about the possibility of getting the mean teacher. This year, however, I felt relaxed.
Now that I knew how to read, my excitement for school matched the reality that I did not need to be bribed with my little ponies to want to be on the lawn that day. I waited next to my dad. My dad. My dad. The coolest man alive. He would be at work for the next decade, but today he took the morning off to learn my destiny for the next year.
He gave me a little pep talk. He said, "Court, you're in the big time now." His excitement for me was so real. I believed every word he told me. I beamed.