Starting School

Tuesday was Callia's first day of Kindergarten at Hugh Mercer Elementary. Her teacher's name is Ms. Jones, who is a seemingly sweet and quite professional black woman who has apparently been teaching for about 30 years, according to Barbara down the street, who we met at the bus stop Tuesday afternoon. Anyhow, so far so good with school for Callia, although she has only gone for two days. Today she didn't go because she had some kidney tests down at VCU Medical Center and an appointment with the urinologist, which thankfully went quite well.


Comments Callia had about her first day of school:

While sitting in the car waiting to be dropped off at the curb:
"I don't want to go to school, Mommy, I think I just will miss you and I want to stay with you"

After school referring to my promise that someone would be there to hold her hand and help her to class:
"Nobody held my hand and I just had to walk down the hall and find my class where they pointed."

"I made a friend on the bus" "I don't know what her name is" "The bus driver was very very mad and yelling a lot" "Me and my friend were being quiet while the other kids were yelling when the bus driver got mad" "She was just yelling and yelling and yelling"

"I made a friend in class and her name is Clair"

"The B-I-B-L-E yes that's the book for me....we sang that song in class today"


So overall to me it sounds like a pretty rough start and I'm a bit concerned about how harsh her bus driver is. I'm sure Callia will be able to adjust but I'm not sure that I want her to get used to that kind of situation...I'll have to think about that for a bit. Running back and forth to pick her up and drop her off will be difficult especially once the weather starts getting cold and I'll have to bundle Thad and strap him into the car seat....ugh! We'll see. Callia's view so far is that school is good, despite all the negative comments. I think that in general she shared with me the things that she thought were bad and not so many of the things she thought were good, since she would probably consider good to be normal. Hopefully. Thank goodness she is a good communicator. What do parents do when there child isn't? I'd be out of my mind with worry.