MY BABY. My B.A.B.Y. I'm not quite sure how this happened. It seems he went from a squalling, fussy infant to a kindergartener overnight. I'm not sure how I feel about this. Mostly, I feel worried. I'm a worrier by nature, so humor me. I worry about everything. In fact, I turn worrying into a calorie-burning aerobic activity. It's going to be a big change, and already I'm feeling the effects of not having complete control over the situation. So far, our excellently-rated public elementary school has informed us of the following:
(1) Entering kindergarteners need to bring with them to school a flotilla of supplies so vast it would make your very eyes goggle. You can order a kit, which I did, because it's so convenient, but yet the kit does not include everything. What does it not include? This is also what I'd like to know. They don't tell you. You have to rather guess. Backpack? That's an easy one. But art smock? A quandry. 3 white tee shirts? Most likely not. What about baby wipes? Beach towel?!
(2) You must bring your child's supplies to their classroom on a specified Wednesday afternoon from 2-3 pm. One whole hour in the middle of the afternoon. There's flexibility and convenience for ya.
(3) You cannot drop your child off to school in your car. Not possible. They must either (a) walk, (b) take the bus (and the district will bus everybody, even if you live 2 houses from the school, I give them credit for this), or (c) be released into the care of a specified daycare/after school child care program.
(4) The district participates in a staggering number of "staff development days" that result in early dismissal, sometimes at 11:30 am, other times at 1 pm. They distinguish between these as "half days" and "early dismissal days," and for the life of me, I cannot remember which one is which.
(5) The district has an attendance policy, which is detailed in precise and legal language.
(6) There is apparently a way to order lunch for your child online. No directions were included as to how to accomplish this.
(7) Lots of happy language about how excited they are that school is starting, and to call them with any questions or concerns. Every time I try to call the school nurse to inquire as to Henry's vaccination records, nobody answers.
So, I'm thinking this is going to be something that I'm simply going to have to get used to. This is the way school is now. When I started kindergarten, your mom checked a box to indicate whether she'd like you to attend the morning or the afternoon session, and then dropped you off. There was no screening, no voluminous paperwork, no state standards out the wazoo. Things are different now. And I hope I don't hate them.