Monday, May 23, 2011


On Saturday, I received some news in the mail that practically had me doing flips. My rising Kindergartener can now say where she’s going to school in the fall….yay! We were able to get a transfer to another public school, and we could not be happier. I’m sure that down the road, I’ll reconsider private school (like middle school….scary). For now, though, I really feel like I’m in an area with great public schools, and I don’t see any reason to spend big money on the elementary years.

(That’s not meant to berate anyone who chooses private. For some kids, I think that probably is the way to go. And, in a lot of instances, I think you probably do  get a better education, or at least more opportunities for different ways of learning. I went to private and public, so obviously, I am an expert. Or not.)

At any rate, this whole school thing has been making me crazy for the better part of a year, so to be able to say, “Ava, you are going to this school!” is a huge relief.

Of course, I completely dread having to call the private school where we had accepted and have to say we aren’t coming. I don’t know why. I really don’t think it’s going to hurt their feelings. It’s not like we were going to be huge Annual Fund contributors.

Speaking of school, this is the last week of preschool for my kids. Ava has a little graduation ceremony, which is sure to make me cry. She is so infatuated wtih her teacher, and watching them say goodbye to each other may actually put me over the edge.

Of course, I have our outfits planned out. Priorities, you know.

Interestingly, I am not all that emotional about sending her off to big school next year. Maybe it’s because she’ll be 6, and I know she’s ready. And maybe I’m kind of a little bit (or a lot) looking forward to her being in a full day of school. Also, I may be a little more sad come August. For now, I’m stressing about how to keep my two kids entertained all summer.

Three months until school starts….

1 comment:

  1. Hi,
    Congrats. You got "R" elementary, right? I hope so.

    I'm getting worried about the summer. My son is driving me crazy. Crazy!