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Sep. 5th, 2007 09:42 amIt's back to school for the kids as of yesterday. This is both a relief and a cause for anger and apprehension.
Relief because, with much support, I can get a reasonable amounts of sleep during the workweek now.
Anger and apprehension because (as expected, after the debacles with missed homework last year) my son has been dropped from the honors class this year. Considering that he had the highest, or among the highest, reading levels in the honors class, I am really concerned about the probable lack of challenge in class at this point. (No, there's almost no chance for him to switch classes midyear. It would require both someone leaving the class AND the administration to agree to it. The administration in this school being a close second to that in Washington for mendacity, arrogance, nastiness, and incompetence, I don't hold out much hope.) Fortunately, his parents and grandmother have considered this likelihood, and are willing to do extra work to keep him challenged.
The younger offspring has started first grade, and is quite pleased. She is in the honors class, with the teacher we expected. This one both adores our family and has changed her name (via the most usual route) for the new school year; she's now a new Mrs. and, as expected, quite thrilled about it. She had (just a couple) of happy words about yesterday's beginning of school. A few, because that's all she could get out before the madhouse at dismissal swept her away.
You see, both children are dismissed through the same door, ten minutes apart (along with the entireties of their grades; my estimate is 100-150 children per grade). And approximately half that number of second graders are dismissed through the adjacent door along a route that intersects the exit of the 1st/4th graders. (In theory, the first graders are gone by then; in reality, some are still about.) This is going to be insane until and unless they reroute the second graders through the front doors of the school (where a second grade teacher was overheard saying they would likely be, in a week or three).
And now, since I am blessedly not tasked with picking up the offspring this afternoon, I am off to bed, for a full day's sleep for once. Huzzah!
Relief because, with much support, I can get a reasonable amounts of sleep during the workweek now.
Anger and apprehension because (as expected, after the debacles with missed homework last year) my son has been dropped from the honors class this year. Considering that he had the highest, or among the highest, reading levels in the honors class, I am really concerned about the probable lack of challenge in class at this point. (No, there's almost no chance for him to switch classes midyear. It would require both someone leaving the class AND the administration to agree to it. The administration in this school being a close second to that in Washington for mendacity, arrogance, nastiness, and incompetence, I don't hold out much hope.) Fortunately, his parents and grandmother have considered this likelihood, and are willing to do extra work to keep him challenged.
The younger offspring has started first grade, and is quite pleased. She is in the honors class, with the teacher we expected. This one both adores our family and has changed her name (via the most usual route) for the new school year; she's now a new Mrs. and, as expected, quite thrilled about it. She had (just a couple) of happy words about yesterday's beginning of school. A few, because that's all she could get out before the madhouse at dismissal swept her away.
You see, both children are dismissed through the same door, ten minutes apart (along with the entireties of their grades; my estimate is 100-150 children per grade). And approximately half that number of second graders are dismissed through the adjacent door along a route that intersects the exit of the 1st/4th graders. (In theory, the first graders are gone by then; in reality, some are still about.) This is going to be insane until and unless they reroute the second graders through the front doors of the school (where a second grade teacher was overheard saying they would likely be, in a week or three).
And now, since I am blessedly not tasked with picking up the offspring this afternoon, I am off to bed, for a full day's sleep for once. Huzzah!
