If you’ve read my older posts, you know that my kindergartener had a sh*tty teacher for the first half of the year. His new teacher is fabulous — caring, calm, the right kind of stern at the right times, and she knows how to get through to the kids. She started 2 months ago, and everyone in the class has come so far in that short amount of time. They are writing, sounding out words independently, counting, and understanding numbers, but most of all, they are enjoying themselves in school! Here they are at pajama day today:
I had such high hopes for my family’s involvement with BPS. I wanted to be that parent — going to parent council meetings, making brownies for bake sales, selling raffle tickets and what-have-you to raise money for art/music/gym programs, doing craft projects with the kids at afterschool, telling everyone I met to give public schools a chance. I wanted to be part of the system working to improve the system for everyone’s sake. His school is wonderful in so many ways, and is getting better every year. There is a strong sense of community, a very active parent council, diverse student population, and an amazing principal who is clearly committed to the kids educational experience.
But we’re leaving BPS.
Last December, I was so fed up with the school situation that I had to look into other options. In addition to researching home-schooling, I applied to just one private school. I was not expecting anything to come of it — there were 5 slots available and 25 applicants. I said, and I believed it, that we’d be happy staying put if we didn’t get in. I was in shock when we got the call this week that he has been accepted, and they are giving us an aid grant we’d be crazy to turn down.
Our public school experience has been a roller coaster ride, and seeing my child completely petrified in his kindergarten class was the lowest low. As much as I would like to follow Gandhi’s directive to “be the change you want to see in the world,” I am a mother first.