A night where parents shuttle from class to class following their “scholar’s” schedule in an abbreviated form (12 minutes per class). Inevitably the teachers run a bit long and while you are rushing to the next class you see a parent you kinda, sorta know and they ALWAYS say “Oh boy, all this rushing around is crazy! How do the kids do it?” And you say “I know!” and smile, but actually are thinking “Just shut up and stop saying that every year.”
During the 12 minute class every teacher would like to share with you what the student’s year will cover and how they grade etc. BUT there are always Very Self-Important Parents that need to ask questions about their particular genius and gum up the whole flow while their “concerns” are addressed. And you show your concerned face as you swivel back to the teacher to hear their answer but you’re actually thinking “I’m sure your kid is already a dick and it’s only the eighth grade.”
Then you get the happy/feely parts when you introduce yourself, not as yourself, but by naming your child (so there’s no time wasted since no teacher has the capacity to remember every parents’ name anyway) And when you do tell the teacher your child’s name you see a little something in their brain click and their face lights up and they vigorously shake your hand and it seems that they genuinely are happy to meet you.
Yep, that’s back-to-school night.