Start kindergarten on Monday. Sigh.
As for last night, everything went great. We were so impressed with the school and the teachers, and I think we're going to have a great year. On the drive over, the kiddo piped up from the back seat that she was nervous, but a few minutes later she changed her mind and told us that she wanted to write her yet-to-be-introduced teacher a note:
We found our new classroom right away, and the teacher was wonderful: energetic and sweet and really happy to see the kids. This school has five kindergarten classes (one is ESL), and our classroom has 21 students. That sounds like a lot, but the room is big and bright, with lots of places for the children to spread out. Our kiddo immediately felt at home and couldn't wait to hit the toys. She also did great when she met the teacher and the principal. In fact, I didn't realize that she planned to curtsy for everyone, and she did so perfectly. Everyone laughed, which, of course, only encouraged her to do it again. (She got that from me.)
All in all, it was a great evening. I bragged on her for being so well behaved as we left, and Mom suggested a milkshake to celebrate. Then, as we walked outside to a paved courtyard, the kiddo began running in big circles in her dress and sandals--and promptly wiped out. Stretched out sideways on the concrete, she let out that wail that only children have, and after I helped her up, she showed me a huge bloody scrape on her elbow. I felt terribly for her, but deep down I have to admit it made me smile. For as grown-up and mature as she had acted while we were inside, I was glad to know that she's still just a little girl whose first impulse is to run as fast as she can whenever she has the chance. And I was glad to know that she still needs me to pick her up and make her feel better from time to time.
As for last night, everything went great. We were so impressed with the school and the teachers, and I think we're going to have a great year. On the drive over, the kiddo piped up from the back seat that she was nervous, but a few minutes later she changed her mind and told us that she wanted to write her yet-to-be-introduced teacher a note:
"Dear Teacher, I know I'm going to love kindergarten. When kindergarten is over, I'm going to miss you very much. I love you."Very sweet, and we hadn't even pulled into the parking lot yet. As expected, the campus was packed. The school, both inside and out, and spotless, and the floors practically glowed. I recalled a conversation I had with a principal in another district a few years back who went from an affluent campus to one that had more than 90 percent of its students on free or reduced lunches. He told me that he took only one person with him from the old school: the custodian. Appearance was that important to him.
We found our new classroom right away, and the teacher was wonderful: energetic and sweet and really happy to see the kids. This school has five kindergarten classes (one is ESL), and our classroom has 21 students. That sounds like a lot, but the room is big and bright, with lots of places for the children to spread out. Our kiddo immediately felt at home and couldn't wait to hit the toys. She also did great when she met the teacher and the principal. In fact, I didn't realize that she planned to curtsy for everyone, and she did so perfectly. Everyone laughed, which, of course, only encouraged her to do it again. (She got that from me.)
All in all, it was a great evening. I bragged on her for being so well behaved as we left, and Mom suggested a milkshake to celebrate. Then, as we walked outside to a paved courtyard, the kiddo began running in big circles in her dress and sandals--and promptly wiped out. Stretched out sideways on the concrete, she let out that wail that only children have, and after I helped her up, she showed me a huge bloody scrape on her elbow. I felt terribly for her, but deep down I have to admit it made me smile. For as grown-up and mature as she had acted while we were inside, I was glad to know that she's still just a little girl whose first impulse is to run as fast as she can whenever she has the chance. And I was glad to know that she still needs me to pick her up and make her feel better from time to time.
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Oh, I thought I was holding up okay until I read this post! Very sweet...
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