Kindergarten
July 24th, 2008 by Missy
School starts so early here.. Anya’s first day of Kindergarten is August 7th! Gosh, in Connecticut we didn’t start school until the very end of August — sometimes not until September, even. I know that they start early here to get the kids out of school before the really hot summer rolls in, but honestly, this seems kind of stupid to me. It is MUCH hotter now in the beginning of August than it is in the beginning of June. I can only think that it would be better to start school in late August and end in June, rather than ending in May. Ah well, no point complaining about it.
Anya is ridiculously excited, and can’t wait to ride the school bus. I always drove her for preschool, of course, and now she’s going bonkers over the idea of riding the bus. Now if only I could get her excited over the idea of waking up before 10am :p School starts at 9:10 (ends at 3:40) and the bus arrives at the bus stop at 8:48. I have a feeling the first few weeks of school are going to be one big fight over bed time and waking up.
There is another thing that confuses me.. school ends at 3:40 and the bus won’t be dropping her off until 4:06.. but we literally live like.. a mile from the school. How can it possibly take 30 minutes to drop her off here? Dan thinks that they drive all the way out and drop off the furthest kids, and then work their way back in, but again — that seems ridiculously stupid to me. Why not drop off the closest kids and then move out? Once the novelty of riding the bus wears off, I imagine I’ll end up picking her up from the school rather than waiting for her at the bus stop.
Anyway, off to actually work on that Varghulf x.x I don’t know why I’ve been slacking so badly lately with my painting. I think it’s because I’m not happy with how the model is turning out, so I keep putting it off…
July 24th, 2008 at 1:50 pm
I never really listened to my wife when she would complain about our oldest son’s pick up from school disrupting her plans for the afternoon. She would inevitably be across town, have to stop what she’s doing, and drive over to get him. Then when I got home, I would go and pick him up b/c it lets my wife and youngest nap and me and the oldest can go fuck off and do something cool, fun, bonding, or in lieu of all that errands. She was right, it WAS a pain in the tits. Hopefully this is ANOTHER semi-significant irritant we can scratch off the list by home schooling the Eldest Son. Hopefully our summer-long experiemtn with it will be considered a flying success, and we can just not enroll his ass come Aug 15 or whatever it is. His teacher there last year was good, but he was in class with a bunch of children whose mannerisms he was picking up, to his peril. My kid is NOT going to act and speak like that if I have any say in it (I souldn like a GEEZER.) He’s doing better now. He’s supposed to be going into 1rst grade (stupid birthday issues, grumble), and he’s reading on a 5th grade level for instruction, 4rth for fun. Now he reads to ME at bedtime!