First day of school. Schmoozing with new classmates and meeting the class pet – a hermit crab unanimously named Shelly. No tests as far as the eye can see.

Actually, there was one test. Just one hour into the new school year and Charlie tested his new teacher with a raised hand and a "I think I’m low." I was pleased to hear that it was all handled as discussed just the day before in the 504 meeting. Teacher called nurse. Nurse came to classroom and escorted Charlie to her office where she tested him. 62.

The plan is this:

If Charlie says he feels low, the nurse will come and get him and test in her office. If he says he feels low and is showing visible symptoms of hypoglycemia, nurse will test him right there in the classroom. In the 504 meeting, Charlie’s new teacher smiled and said, "If I have to, I’ll pick him up and carry him down to the nurse’s office myself." Yes. We like her.

Before snack or lunch, Charlie will have a buddy go down to the nurse’s office with him so that he doesn’t feel so alone and removed from the class. The thought is that the buddy will make it more fun and less of a burden.

If you have a child in school with diabetes, I’d love to hear from you. How does your school handle testing, lows and the administration of insulin?

Charlie walked out of school yesterday with a monster smile and claimed it to be the best school day ever. Tomorrow I enter the lion’s den – reading a book about diabetes to Charlie’s class and then opening it up to questions from the audience. I suspect they’ll give me something to blog about. That is, if they don’t eat me. Until then …