I’ve had a love-hate relationship with my daughter’s school from the beginning. Oh, who am I kidding? It’s hate-hate. It started last year when she was ready for kindergarten, but the school deemed her too young. They wouldn’t even let her test into school. That pissed me off, but she spent another year in preschool, where she learned more “sight words” than anyone else in her kindergarten class. Just in case you haven’t heard of them, “sight words” are words they want kids to memorize, mostly small words, prepositions, conjunctions and articles.
This year, I signed her up for kindergarten. Finally. But I had to put her on a wait-list for full-time kindergarten. And pay tuition. For PUBLIC school. Honestly, I thought, if I was paying tuition for public school, why couldn’t they accommodate everybody? Why couldn’t they just form another class? As it turned out, they could, but they needed a quota in order to do it. And they didn’t get it. read more
Okay, I’ll admit it. I spent all week chasing a princess. For my daughter. Oh God, it sounds so much worse than it is! Let me tell you the story. My daughter starts kindergarten next month and we’ve been buying school supplies. The school sent me a long, specific list of required items and I’ve been chasing them down ever since.
One of the items is a backpack, so she can carry her creations back and forth to school. She didn’t carry a backpack in preschool. It’s a good add. I’m hoping that between the backpack and the “no toys” rule, come September, my minivan will be a much cleaner place. So we were at the mall and for once, I had money to spend so I didn’t have to say, “We can go into the Disney store, but we can’t buy anything.” Not that my big goal in life is to buy stuff at the Disney store. It is most certainly not, but having money made me generous and I thought “What the hell?” read more
My daughter graduated from preschool yesterday. We sat on a grassy knoll at the park, as the teachers called the kids up, one by one, up to get either certificates or “diplomas.”
The teacher called a name I remembered — Owen – not because he was my daughter’s friend, but because he wasn’t. Months back, she’d refused to go to his birthday party. When we got the invitation, I’d accepted, like I do for every birthday party, and told my daughter. “I don’t wanna go,” she said.
I figured the kid was mean to her or otherwise a jerk and made an excuse, but I never questioned why she didn’t like him. I did notice, when I changed my RSVP, that there were only a few “yes” responses to his invitation. read more
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I hate school. I hate pencils. I hate books. I hate teachers, dirty looks. My oldest kid hasn’t even started school and I’m already at odds with the system. She should have already started kindergarten, but the school district deems her too young by a couple of months and they wouldn’t even let her test in. (See “Parenting 101: Letting go“) I learned about that last February and I’m still pissed off. read more