After waiting for close to six months, I finally got the call a couple of days ago that The Boy got into the school we were hoping for. I went to tour the school with the kids at the beginning of the year and it was one of those things where it just clicks. The building isn’t gorgeous. The classrooms aren’t perfect. And the neighborhood where it is located is not anywhere I would choose to live. But the school counselor knows every single student’s name and something important about their lives. All of the teachers invited us into their classrooms, pausing their lesson for a moment to introduce themselves. The teacher to student ratio is pretty low given what he had last year in kindergarten. They have gym, art, music and Spanish classes every single day. There is a section in the student handbook that specifically asks parents to not schedule appointments or any other out of school time during the daily allotted literacy time. Kids are evaluated every quarter and encouraged to learn where they are; constantly pushing their limits while respecting their current level of knowledge.
It was just one of those things that clicks. I knew I had found the right place for The Boy to learn and continue to look forward to going to school every day.
The only drawback is that to make up for all of the daily extra classes in addition to the core academic curriculum, they start school earlier than other districts. Like in two weeks early. Normally this would have me jumping for joy, but he just finished summer school. So that means he only really gets two weeks of summer vacation before he is thrust into school for real. This is a school that does not mess around and they will be expecting his best every day.
I know he can do it. It just means that I have to cram a whole summer’s worth of fun into the next two weeks. Which is hopefully going to include some time down at Nana and Papa’s house; I need a summer vacation too after all.
We have to play hard so he can work hard.
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