BUG DAY

Today was bug day at Maleahs' school. Yesterday we helped her find a mommy worm, a baby worm and a cricket to take in her jar to school. She came home grossed out because some of the kids had brought cockroaches. That is pretty gross.

Also since we brought her to school a couple of weeks ago, when there was no school, and she had to hang out with another class. They now have labeled us the retarded family and she gets special notes just for us. In her notebook it said they got out a half hour early today, her teacher sent a special note home with her in her uniform pocket telling us once again that she got out early today. Then when we got outside she told us "Mom I get out tomorrow at 10:00" and held up her hands to show me! Ok I don't speak Spanish too well, but I really am not retarded.

Her teacher did seem relieved to see us when we picked her up at 10:00.

ANOTHER FIRST

My grand daughter finally talked her parents into letting her get a school uniform, of course that also meant she got to go to school! She started matricula today. Her mother said she was sooo scared she would not even let go of her leg. I know how she is though and am sure she was having a blast before the day was over. You can certainly see the mischief in her little sweet eyes! Just don't turn your back too long.
So just when I thought I had things pretty well figured out I got another shocker today. My hubby went to attend my daughters what I read as parent teacher conference, and lo and behold it was not to be. I did not understand the note and what it actually said was that she would be getting special attention after school on Mondays for half an hour.
When I was young that was called "special ed" and I am very much having a problem with that. I tell myself just calm down she does not speak Spanish and they are working with her. I just have problems with my child being singled out, with six others by the way for special attention.
This is why I always end up homeschooling. I refuse to let my kids be labled and now I have a decision to make. Am I willing to spend at least two hours a day working with my daughter, who is very smart and needs lots of challenges, or will I keep her in school? This is going to be a tough choice.
My hubby has always been for school. We seldom argue, ha ha ha, but when we do it is usually about this topic. Now he is the one throwing a fit about his daughter being in special class. We will see what he decides about it.

THE PARENT TEST

I think I may have failed the parent test for good this time! It began by being late for my daughters first day of school. Yesterday I almost forgot to pick her up on time! For some reason I got it in my mind that she got done a half hour later than she did. About ten minutes until three it hit me that she gets done at three not three thirty. I ran all the way to the school and made it in time to pick her up without a glich.

Today takes the cake though. She is in the fuscia class. That means that they have to buy two folders, with pinchers in the right side,a small notebook and wrap them in fuscia wrapping paper

then laminate them.

Now take a look at these folders and tell me you really thought my five year did them! I would think that too if I had not been on the other end of trying to wrap a freakin folder in wrapping paper, and laminating it! Have you ever messed with that stuff? They love it here and put it on everything.

So now everyday when my daughter comes home from school she brings her notebook with any notes or reminders from school glued into the pages. Then mom gets to spend about an hour figuring out what it says and fullfilling the assignment.

By the way if you are thinking it is just a language barrier, I did see two parents folders "rejected" today! I am obviously not the only learning impaired parent there, just the oldest and only one with blue eyes. I am not even kidding about that part either.

The cutest part of it was when I was getting Maleahs birth certificate to take for copies at school. She said "oh mom don't tell them I'm Cheena!" I guess she has not looked in the mirror for a while :)