SS was not the least bit hesitant when we arrived at school. Our brand new Road Runner (school mascot) could not wait to get going, but her teacher, Mrs. V-P was MIA. The other three K teachers (there are two regular, and two immersion classes) were there, and we began to wonder. Apparently Mrs. V-P is just fashionably late. She lined up the kids, and they entered the school grounds, where they were tagged by the teaching assistant. SS found this process excruciatingly slow, and a few times we thought she was going to lose it. As we watched SS follow her teacher to the classroom we were grateful for her preschool experience. We are not perfect parents, and God knows we have royally botched things along the way. However, the pace and path of transitioning SS turned out to be a wise choice. We were thankful we spent an obscene amount of money on preschool.
BTW, SS's school does not require uniforms, but apparently my twelve years of wearing uniforms to school are hard to shake. This is the first school outfit I purchased for SS, and although I gave her a choice this morning, she chose this one. My tomboy chip obviously malfunctioned when I went school clothes shopping, because SS ended up with five skirts, two dresses, and only one pair of shorts for school. And yes, they are all like this one, preppy uniforms. What the heck happened to me? Abuela, before you freak out, SS's skirts have shorts underneath, she will keep her modesty while on the playground.
Mrs. V-P (she has a hyphenated last name, like SS).
So Abbey Road.
And off she went to embark in a new adventure.
This post courtesy of my birthday gift.