I am asking you, begging you to get down on your knees and pray, light a candle, burn incense, put pins in your voodoo doll, or whatever it is you do when you are asking for a special favor.
You see, at approximately 9am Pacific time on February 19, they will be picking through a lottery draw places for a particular magnet school. A magnet school that is a true magnet school, not just a pretend one. A magnet school that I think Mr. P would be so happy in, and would do so well in. I love everything about them, and if they pick his card, Mr. P is in!
Err, it's just that there are dozens and dozens of people trying to get into 1st grade, and only so many openings since I should have tried to get him in at the kindergarten level. If I had only known.
I could go, but Mr. P goes to school at 9:40 and even though a friend offered to take him to school so I could, it's just too much of a pain.
Besides, I don't think I could handle the disappointment in person if he doesn't get in. Better to quietly weep whilst sitting at my computer than in front of a hundred or so people.