The topics of schools has surfaced. My mother is an aid of a first grade class at Shenendehowa this year and she watches a seven year old every other Saturday. The seven year old attends St. Clements in Saratoga and is also in first grade. My parents have always had the high hopes of Zoë attending St. Clements. I was never against the idea...maybe it was because I went to St. Mary's and I turned out OK (you can stop laughing now!). Classrooms are small and for the most part it's the same kids every year...and I do mean EVERY year. Uniforms can be a blessing in disguise. There is no choice in what to wear to school in the morning and everyone has to wear the same thing. I already have fashion diva on my hands. Yet, the most important issue is where is she going to get the better education. With my mother silently working the background and able to experience what both schools are teaching to first grades, it has been revealed that private schools just don't make the cut. Sister Roberta had us reading in kindergarten and now private schools are behind the public schools with reading. Although, I personally have my own bone to pick with how schools are teaching kids how to read. How can you just teach children to read by how the word looks? What happened to learning the different vowel sounds and words....the "old school" way? Our generation used to love to read and enjoy the challenge more so than having someone read to us. In May, Zoë will move into the three-year old class at St. Paul's and will stay there for the year. The search for when she turns four has begun. Will she just do a morning/afternoon Pre-K? How about a full day at Waldorf's Kindergarten? Or just start Kindergarten all-in-one? Either way I don't see a private school in her future....but homeschooling is a good possibility!
Devon has been on my mind lately. It's amazing how someone so little can bring out a fire inside of your soul, but when you are dealing with loss and heartache can make you so cold. I have found myself not caring, climbing-over people to get to where I need to be, and lashing out. Tired of being lied to. Sick of being burnt. Did it get me anywhere? No. Devon taught me a lesson that I have to remind myself everyday: When I think I have something to complain about, think about the pain he suffered everyday. Four hundred seizures is no small feat...and I would do every second over in a heartbeat.
Silence. I hate being ignored. I don't mind reaching voicemail and leaving messages. Text messages are fine (even though you lose the personal touch). The lack of common courtesy to respond is enough to drive me batty. Of course, I always try to see the good in people and give them the benefit of the doubt. "Oh they are very busy with school." "I'm just trying at a bad time." Four months later... I know I'm not the most punctual person in the world, but I try my hardest to be timely.
Time to tutor....peace out
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