School Time

I never did get around to posting about the fabulous-ness of the 2011-12 school year, but it really was all that and a bag of chips.  My kids have had excellent teachers in the past, but it was the first time that all three of them were just in the perfect spot for them.  Kate was in her third year of preschool with her beloved Mrs. Whoa-ah (whose name isn't really Mrs. Whoa-ah, but that was how Kate said it when she was three). Will had the wonderful and amazing Mrs. H., whose presence he still mourns daily.  And Ben had Mrs. B., who really got Ben.  You know what I mean?  She understood where he was academically and how to challenge him, but she also seemed to understand his quirky, off the wall personality.  It was just a good year for growth and positive change.

So, you would think that with a year like that under our belts that all three of the kids would be super excited to start another year, right?  Nope.  Not so much.  Well, actually Kate was excited, until about a week before it started, and then the reality hit her that she wasn't going to be in Mrs. Whoa-ah's class any more.

Will spent half of his summer writing letters and postcards to Mrs. H and wondering why she couldn't just teach 2nd grade this year.

Ben was under-whelmed with the whole thing, being a cool almost-4th grader and all.

So, off to school they all went.

Annual First Day of School Breakfast with Daddy

(Don't worry, Kate changed her clothes and combed her hair before school. I promise, Mimi.)

When they got off the bus the first day, I was eager to hear about how awesome it was.  Ben thinks that he has the the nicest teacher in school, and therefore the best teacher in school.  As long as he is learning, I will just keep on agreeing with him.  (He got an A on his first science test, so we are well on our way.)

Will was disappointed that most of his friends are in another class, but happy to be reunited with an old Kindergarten friend.  Since then he has decided that 2nd grade is boring because he hasn't learned anything new yet.  I assured him that it is only the 3rd week of school, so they are only getting warmed up.  (I hope this is true.  Ben spent most of 2nd grade bored, which was why we were so excited about how good 3rd grade was.)

I was most excited to hear about Kate's day, since she is the Kindergartener after all.  So I asked her, "How was your day?"

K: Well, it was a bit "disturbing." (She actually used finger quotes around the word "disturbing."  Where does she get this stuff?)
Me: It was "disturbing?" In what way?
K: Well, my teacher is a little bit bossy.

Oh, boy. 

Me: Well, dear, she is the boss of your classroom, so she does get to be bossy. 
K: Well, I don't like it.  Mrs. Whoa-ah was never bossy.
Me: That's because you acted like you were the boss in Mrs. Whoa-ah's room.  You just didn't notice that the teacher was. 

Everyday that week went on with a similar report.  The boys tried to tell her how it was.  She still didn't like it.  The following Monday, I asked again.

K: My day has come!
Me: Wow, that's great.  What does that mean?
K: I get to be star student for the week. So I get to be line leader and tell about myself and choose first at choice time and a bunch of other stuff. 
Me: Awesome.  I'm glad your day has come. 

This week another child is star student, so she thinks the teacher is bossy again.

It might be a long year with this one.