Keahi couldn't wait for school to start and every time--and I mean every time--we passed it he'd cry, "That's my kindergarten!" just in case we weren't sure. The only thing he complained about was that it was only half day. He didn't understand why he could stay like the bigger kids. Actually, I don't understand why, either since this whole half day thing only exists in the Grosse Pointe areas. Another sign that I live in a bubble.
So, we were all excited and we'd been to the school the week before to meet the teachers and tour the school so on the big day I thought I'd get plenty of cool pics of Keahi putting his things in his new cubby (which is in a whole separate room within the classroom--no more cramped spaces in Brooklyn), playing at the centers, or reading in the reading pool--which used to be a 3 foot deep fishpond before it was considered a bad thing to have in a classroom. But, alas, the teachers gathered the kids up outside and ushered them in and we were all asked politely to leave. So me and all the other parents hurriedly snapped a few shots from the hallway window before leaving our beloved little ones behind. After the first day, we don't even go inside the building since the kids line up by classes and are led inside by their teachers when the morning bell rings.
I can barely get a kiss and hug in before Keahi takes off inside.
He loves his teacher, his friends who he always refers to by their full name, gym day, art day, music day, library day and now computer lab day, and is even excited by all the alphabet and number writing practice which I was afraid would bore my I-already-know-that son. He recites all the clever rhymes to help teach the kids how to write them and does his easy homework lickety-split. I'm so glad his kindergarten experience is turning out so positively. I love Mrs. Vandevusse.
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