A missionary friend, MR, gave me a delicious bags of treats, including these Carambar Fruits taffylike. I'm eating an orange one... sucking on it in a complete and utter daze because I just barely survived an introvert's worst, most horrifying nightmare. I escorted my two children to the first ever "open house" at their school.
It was first ever because in the past, they have staggered these events by grade. This year, for some unknown and completely insane reason, they gave parents and students a 45 minute window to come in and meet your teacher. We arrived 5 minutes early, had to park waaaaaayyyyyy down the street and could barely walk through the halls fillled with every single student and their parents. It was a complete madhouse and to say that I'm not happy about how it turned it would be an understatement. I'm just feeling a little overwhelmed, underimpressed, weary and overall really disappointed. Of course, I had a feeling this might happen after last year was so incredibly amazing.
Em's class is made up of almost everyone I'd hoped she wouldn't be with again and nobody (except for one sweet little friend) I would have chosen her to be with. While I love her teacher, I can see that we have a long, long road ahead of us this year. I'm not even a little bit optimistic about first grade this year. Then again, I can remember that same feeling when Kt was in first grade. It must just be the first grade teacher in me.
Kt's equally in bad shape. Literally all her close friends are in the other two classes. Her teacher is... interesting. Nice, but not someone I would choose specifically for Kt. She is sitting next to a child she fears (he has special needs, frequent outbursts and has been known to physically "hurt" people), is the only one of her close friends in that class without any of them, and is not at all excited about school. The last one is what worries me the most because Kt basically LIVES for school. Even all my pep talks have not lifted her spirits about heading back, and I'm a little anxious myself.
All this being said, I didn't feel any warm fuzzies today from anyone. Maybe it's me. Maybe I'm the prickly pear. I don't really know, but it's going to events like this one when I think, "Maybe T should have gone to this one!" By the last ten minutes, I was walking down the halls, following my frantic children to the kindergarten pod (mind you, neither of them is in kindergarten!) looking and acting like a complete zombie.
In the confines of my analytical, perceptive, discerning, pessimistic mind I am getting a really bad feeling about this year. I can't really put my finger on it quite yet, but there is something very dissatisfying to me about where my kids have been placed. I can see that trust is going to play a big part in my own personal journey this year. Trust and contentment. It's just going to be a season of.... I'm not sure yet.
On a bright note, the sun is out. Of course, it's over 90 degrees! YIKES!
4 comments:
Deanna, dear
This is one of those times when you can only pull the covers up over your head and hide. (Or slit your throat.) But here's a thought for you: When Jennifer was going into fourth grade, I absolutely HATED her teacher. That teacher had all the wrong things going on. But, dear J, said -- Mom, I'll try it before you try to have me changed. And it was a wondrful year,and that teacher really, really turned Jennifer on to reading.
Just a pep talk from your other mother. (Nah, come to think of it, don't slit your throat.)
P
LOL! OK, I won't slit my throat. But I also won't be volunteering to be the room mother either! Kt will be fine - she has never had a teacher she didn't love or who didn't love her, even the second grade one who, well, I think you know....
And I LOVE Em's teacher, it's the collection of classmates that has me really unhappy. I knew it would be very, very hard to come off a year like last year, where we basically had one of the most perfect years ever. And I miss it very much!
At the very least, these developments will make for many interesting blog posts!
Every year I prayed for my precious children to get the right teacher for each of you. I didn't always agree with God in the choice He had for you all, but look how wonderful you all turned out! Hang in there!
Love,
Mom
It's true. We're all perfect in every way! LOL
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