Two weeks before school started, I had already received about ten different e-mails from Aly's school. We decided to enroll Aly in one of the Charter schools within our district, but I was beginning to panic by the amounts of information I was required to review before that first day. So here it is; first, uniforms. We were provided with very specific instructions on what qualifies as khaki and what is just khaki, colored denim. Polos - what are acceptable colors, no designs of any kind. Belts need to match the shoes. The instructions go on and on. I have to admit that the uniforms are great now that school has started. There have been no arguments on why she can't wear her favorite tie dye shirt that is two sizes to big, or why she can't wear an outfit of all the same color just different shades. It makes getting her ready for school fast and easy.
Next email: specific instructions on how traffic is supposed to flow at drop off and pick up. With 400 kids at the school and no buses...lets just say things get a little crazy. I have to say I am very impressed by how well organized things are, Although I did get in trouble by the traffic Nazi the first day of school, for allowing my child out of the wrong side of the car. This is serious stuff. School clubs, PTO, the list goes on and on. I am now officially part of the "My Child is in School and Will be for a Long Long Time" club. Not to mention the kids to follow. This craziness will get to be multiplied as each child enters a new school year.
Two weeks into the school year and, Aly has homework about every night. A spelling test and a phonogram test every week. I am glad that she is in a school that is challenging her, but I do not remember Kindergarten being so hard. I remember my biggest stress about Kindergarten, was what center I would get to play at during our indoor playtime.
Another drama that is part of the daily school routine is that Aly refuses to walk into her class by herself. This is a little challenging since three days a week Aly has to be to school at 12:00 and Brooklyn has to be at school a few miles away at 12:15. We have to try to time our arrival at school at the same time as her other classmates so she will have someone to walk into class with. Otherwise I have to park the car, get out, and spend an extra ten minutes saying goodbye and coaxing her into her classroom.