No I didn't
In Dylan's school, there are two "classes." The one class is for toddlers, ages 2-3; the second is for preschoolers, ages 4-5. In addition, each class is separated into two groups. For the preschoolers, it was the blue group (ages 4) and red group (ages 5). The red group has graduated preschool and will be entering kindergarten this fall.
Dylan was in the blue group this past school year, so will continue with preschool this fall in the red group.
Unfortunately, most of Dylan's friends were in the red group and are not with him in camp this summer. His only saving grace? His best friend is still with him.
His camp (and come this fall) is now overflowing with "babies, " says Dylan. They are the kids from the toddler class who are moving up to preschool this fall. Some of the teachers from the toddler class have moved along with them into Dylan's camp class.
Dylan has decided to distance himself from the other kids. In fairness, his teachers included him into the older kids' activities during the school year because he is a bit advanced for his age. Now, it is clear to see- he is obviously bored.
His favorite teacher, Miss Sherry, has been moved into the big kids' class, and some of the toddler teachers have taken her place. None of the new teachers have the same spark as his Miss Sherry did; they don't light up at the sight of him. None of them really "get" him. Dylan has a very sharp sense of humor, and it seems that nobody else understands it.
There are a lot of kids in the class (30+) and so I understand that the teachers are unable to spend as much quality time as usual with the kids. However, one of the teachers lied to me on Tuesday, and I politely called her out on it.
Dylan came into the class, excitedly recounting for the teachers the states we drove through to get to the beach, the different sights and sounds when we were there, and how we got home. Now, if I forgot to tell you, the trip was completely spur of the moment for Dylan, and he didn't even know he was going until the night before.
Now, when Dylan was done babbling on to his teachers, one of the looked at Dylan, smiling, and said, " I know you were excited, Dylan. It's all you talked about all last week!"
To which the following conversation occured:
Dylan: No I didn't.
Me (to teacher): Oh, you must be thinking of someone else, we didn't tell him until the night before.
Dylan: I didn't talk about the beach.
Me: Either that, or you have ESP.
Teacher: (nervously laughing) yes, that must be it. It think it was that Noah that....yes, it probably was another child I was thinking of.
Dylan: Mama, I didn't talk about the beach.
So, this morning, my car battery was dead. I had left the key turned forward. Smart, I know. Bracing myself for a meltdown when I had to tell Dylan we weren't going anywhere, he surprised me by not caring. He has two more weeks of camp, and I've already paid for them, so he will finish up. I will now have to figure out if I should be sending him to a Montessori school this fall. I don't want him to be bored. Blech.
Dylan was in the blue group this past school year, so will continue with preschool this fall in the red group.
Unfortunately, most of Dylan's friends were in the red group and are not with him in camp this summer. His only saving grace? His best friend is still with him.
His camp (and come this fall) is now overflowing with "babies, " says Dylan. They are the kids from the toddler class who are moving up to preschool this fall. Some of the teachers from the toddler class have moved along with them into Dylan's camp class.
Dylan has decided to distance himself from the other kids. In fairness, his teachers included him into the older kids' activities during the school year because he is a bit advanced for his age. Now, it is clear to see- he is obviously bored.
His favorite teacher, Miss Sherry, has been moved into the big kids' class, and some of the toddler teachers have taken her place. None of the new teachers have the same spark as his Miss Sherry did; they don't light up at the sight of him. None of them really "get" him. Dylan has a very sharp sense of humor, and it seems that nobody else understands it.
There are a lot of kids in the class (30+) and so I understand that the teachers are unable to spend as much quality time as usual with the kids. However, one of the teachers lied to me on Tuesday, and I politely called her out on it.
Dylan came into the class, excitedly recounting for the teachers the states we drove through to get to the beach, the different sights and sounds when we were there, and how we got home. Now, if I forgot to tell you, the trip was completely spur of the moment for Dylan, and he didn't even know he was going until the night before.
Now, when Dylan was done babbling on to his teachers, one of the looked at Dylan, smiling, and said, " I know you were excited, Dylan. It's all you talked about all last week!"
To which the following conversation occured:
Dylan: No I didn't.
Me (to teacher): Oh, you must be thinking of someone else, we didn't tell him until the night before.
Dylan: I didn't talk about the beach.
Me: Either that, or you have ESP.
Teacher: (nervously laughing) yes, that must be it. It think it was that Noah that....yes, it probably was another child I was thinking of.
Dylan: Mama, I didn't talk about the beach.
So, this morning, my car battery was dead. I had left the key turned forward. Smart, I know. Bracing myself for a meltdown when I had to tell Dylan we weren't going anywhere, he surprised me by not caring. He has two more weeks of camp, and I've already paid for them, so he will finish up. I will now have to figure out if I should be sending him to a Montessori school this fall. I don't want him to be bored. Blech.
Labels: Conversations, Dylan-ated
posted by Sarah at
Thursday, July 20, 2006
2 Comments:
This was always the sort of incident that encouraged people to suggest home-schooling to me...HAHAHAHA! (Er, sorry, I mean, it's something to consider).
I believe school was started to keep parents from killing their young by giving them a couple of hours of pure silence. Who am I to disturb that tradition?
My classes would be something like: Cleaning 101; World news by CNN; Polishing high heels.
Probably not what the NEA would consider appropriate.
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