Saturday, February 27, 2010

The Thing About School

We've been having a bit of a time when it comes to school for the fall.  Mary Grace will turn 5 on August 10.  The cut off date is August 1 for the local public schools. 

She is tall, and smart, and articulate, and self-selects a slightly older peer group when playing with kids in the neighborhood.  She builds robots for fun and uses words like "oscillation."  She has already had two years of preschool.  Her Daddy is a rocket scientist and her Mommy has a fairly high IQ (although I am kind of the poster child for not-achieving-my-full-potential).  We're worried that if she's already 6 when she starts Kindergarten, she'll get bored.  Her current teachers say that she would probably be fine in Kindergarten, but she would also benefit from one more year of preschool.  I'm anxious to see what her evaluations look like in April.

When I called in January, our neighborhood public school said that there were NOT taking any early enrollments, and that they would not be even if I called after Kindergarten Round Up.  Terrific.  They suggested Montessori, but I don't have a spare kidney laying around that I can sell.  Seriously, Montessori, if you're more expensive than my college tuition for Kindergarten, then you lack perspective.  Anyway, we started investigating our options in January.

(Aside:  rather than having a firm cut off date, wouldn't it make a whole lot more sense if they said, "Anyone who turns 5 before June 1 is automatically in, and anyone who was born between June 2 and August 30 needs to test in."?  Duh, public education.  Duh.)

I called the local charter school (which first hit my radar when MG was just a little baby), and they said lots of good things, including "they have to be five by the first day of school," (she will be), and "thematic learning," and "whole child," and "music and art education," and "lots of field trips," and "Spanish instruction from K-8," and, when I asked about homework, "we don't give a whole lot of homework because research doesn't support that it does kids any good..."

Be still my heart.

However, it's not accredited.  And they're housed in the annex building of a church downtown, and while it's an adequate space, there isn't an excess of space or storage so there is a lot of "visual noise."  I found it distracting to be there as an adult.  I would have had a very hard time learning in that environment as a kid.  (I hate bulletin boards.  Visual distractions annoy the snot out of me).  There were open shelves full of boxes of materials, and everything felt extremely crowded...  Like the walls were closing in on me.  I know I'm weird, and MG won't necessarily be weird the same way I'm weird, but it's a concern.  They're building a new building that they'll hopefully be in for fall 2011, but the location they're considering isn't my favorite.  The grocery store that used to be there got robbed a lot.  To be honest, the current location isn't exactly ideal, either.

Our third option is to keep her at her current school (where we've been very happy) for their four day pre-K program. She and Claire would attend in the same building, which would be convenient.  Claire will start in the two day preschool program for 3 year olds in the fall (where did the time go??).

The neighborhood school would be 5 half days.

The charter school would be 5 full days (eek).

I bumped into my friend Casey at preschool drop off on Thursday and she said, knowing what the neighborhood school told me about NO early admissions in January, that there were lots of people at K round up doing early admissions.

And my head flew off.

I marched straight to the school to complain.  The principal was very nice, and she said that they'd had new people start in January, and that I probably spoken to one of them.  She allowed me to fill out the application and assured me that we didn't miss anything.

However, she also strongly discouraged me from enrolling MG in Kindergarten early (even ten days early) because our school district tends to run "a year ahead" according to her.  In other words, the things they're studying in 3rd grade are typically covered in 4th grade elsewhere.  Also, she talked about emotional maturity and social maturity.
I assured her that I had a family full of teachers and former teachers who would tell me if they didn't think MG was ready, and that we had other reasons for wanting MG to start this fall, including, "I already told her that she would be starting Kindergarten this fall, because I thought the cut off dates was September 1, and she's excited about it," and "It would put her two years apart from her sister in school, instead of just one, which I think would be better for both of them..."  Not to mention that we're losing Allison this fall to grad school, so our childcare situation is completely in flux, and knowing where MG will be, and whether it'll be half or full day, will help us figure out what we're going to do.

So as it stands now, our neighborhood school is our first choice, if they have spots and she can test in.  After that, our second choice is the charter school, with the idea that she can do Kindergarten there and then stay, or start first grade at our neighborhood school in 2011, or even do another year of Kindergarten at the neighborhood school in 2011 if we don't feel that she's ready for first grade (the answer which appeased the neighborhood school's principal).  And if we don't get the opportunity to test into the neighborhood school, and we don't lottery in to the charter school, I've still got a space reserved for her in the four day pre-K program at our current school.  Far from being a third choice, though...  Our current school is tied for second.  In fact, if we hadn't told MG that she'd be starting Kindergarten in the fall, I'd probably keep her there.

I'm totally hedging my bets. 

I know it's stupid to feel like the fate of her entire future hinges on this decision - where she attends Kindergarten is not going to make the difference between going to Harvard and working at McDonald's...  But it's hard not to feel a lot of pressure to do the "right" thing.  There really is no "right" answer, and that's hard.

I'll tell you what, if I ever get pregnant in November again I'm going to ask to be induced on July 31, just to avoid this kind of foolishness in the future! 



(Generic picture of a Kindergarten class to break up the constant flow of words words words brought to you by Wikimedia Commons.)

Friday, February 26, 2010

Marly Update

"Marly's" mom died this afternoon.  I'll talk to Mary Grace before she goes back to school on Tuesday, but not today.

If anyone has any suggestions for something I could do for Marly (she's four, she doesn't want a casserole or flowers), keeping in mind that she and MG are friends but I don't know her or her family very well, please let me know.  If you know of a book or something, or if you have an idea for a small gift we could leave in her cubby at school... 

I'm completely at a loss.  All I know is that I'm 33, and I'm not ready to lose my mom.  I can't imagine what it must be like to suffer such a loss when you're four.  Please keep this lovely little girl and her family in your hearts.

Typical Friday at Our House

In Which I Bite Off More Than I Can Chew

I'm tempted to write this update as one run-on sentence, because that's how living it has felt.  I'll spare you, though, and try to use proper grammar and punctuation...

Holy snot I'm tired!  This is the first time I've sat down all day.  I got up this morning and got dressed and moved laundry and vacuumed and ...

Sorry, I said I wouldn't do that...

I finally got the kids out of the house at 9:40 am (impressive for a non-school day) in matching tutus for gymnastics, no less.  I stopped at the pharmacy to pick up a prescription for MG's dry skin on the way, then we hit the gym...

...which was flooded.  Something very very bad happened with the plumbing, and all the drains in the bathrooms had reversed direction.  It was fine for a while...  Then Claire needed to go potty.

Anyone who has ever potty trained anyone knows that when someone Claire's age and size has to go, they mean RIGHT NOW.  Sara was occupied with three classes (one of the teachers had strep, another had a flat tire and was late...) so I went in search of the building's owner.  Instead I found a very nice young man who didn't speak much English.  I was proud of myself for remembering the word "banyo" or however that's spelled, but it didn't do us any good.  Finally I located the owner who explained that the problem was in all the bathrooms in the complex, and that there wasn't one to use anywhere.

Gulp.

I apologized that he was dealing with that, because if there's one thing I've learned about plumbing it's that those who are suffering from plumbing disorders deserve sympathy - there is nothing grosser than backed up sewer lines...  He warmed up quite a bit when he realized that I wasn't going to berate him, and sent the same young man I had tried to communicate with earlier to clean up the bathroom in the gym portion of the complex first so that the kids, who were getting a little desperate by this point, would have one to use.

The odd thing was that the kid understood his English...  Had he just pretended not to understand me?  I guess I'll never know.

After that I helped direct traffic for the last half of Sara's class, which Claire had joined by this point.  She had a lot of kids, and they were crowding each other at the far end of the circuit from where Sara was, so I helped remind them to wait their turn.  I know less than nothing about gymnastics, but I put on my teacher voice and order prevailed.

I spent the hour of open gym chatting with Sara and Casey, while the girlies played.  Then we went to Noodles for lunch with Casey and her kids.  We had planned to go to the library, too, but I was already running out of steam and I knew we needed to go to the grocery store.

I'd like to interject at this point that having two kids, one of whom is quite recently potty trained, dressed in leotards and tights with fleece pullovers and jackets while running all over town is a very bad idea.  I think we've spent at least 45 minutes in public bathrooms today.

We finally made it through the grocery store (only one trip to the bathroom there) and home.  Then I started cooking because we're having friends over for dinner.  I'm currently screwing up the Spanish rice.  The rice was refusing to cook on the stove, so I put it all in a casserole dish and stuck it in the oven where it can stay for the next hour and 15 minutes at 350 - I figure that's the best shot I have at it actually cooking.  I made "No Pudge" brownies and Buffalo Chicken Dip, and when BJ gets home with the taco seasoning that I forgot to get at the store (duh), I'll make the meat and cut up the veggies and warm up the tortillas and beans.

Cooking all afternoon would have been pleasant - I've been listening to Outlander on audiobook - if it weren't for the fact that my darling daughters have spent the entire afternoon fighting.  I swear to God I'm going to put every last one of their Barbie dolls down the garbage disposal.  Could someone please explain to me why we fight over the Sleeping Beauty dolls when there are TWO girls and TWO Sleeping Beauty Barbies?  I just do. not. get. it.

I just realized that I forgot to clean the bathroom.  And all the toys that I made the kids take into the toyroom earlier have migrated back out again.  And I hear someone crying...  Yep, it's been 20 seconds so someone must be mad at someone else.



I need to go back to work so I can rest.  Being a "stay at home" (ha, who stays at home?) mother is EXHAUSTING.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Shallow Humor

Dad came over this afternoon and mentioned that one of the whales at SeaWorld - Orlando (where we were last year, incidentally) had killed a trainer during a show.

The conversation moved on, and Dad said, "Did you know that all whales tails are unique?"

Without missing a beat, I replied, "No, that's just a fluke."