Not to be confused with the old Alice Cooper song, School's Out For Summer, here in Wake County, NC, we have year round school. To be fair, we voluntarily decided to send our kids to school year round (we received the lucky lottery ticket for admission into a nice charter school in the area). Many of our friends and neighbors weren't given much of an option, except to rank the "tracks" in order of preference, which the county school board seemed to completely disregard.
The charter school my kids attend works like this: school for 9 weeks, then 3 weeks off. This lasts four quarters and has a 5 week break during the summer. Not a bad deal, really, especially here in NC where July and August can get pretty hot and swampy, leaving the kids inside with little to do other than drive their mother up the crazy wall.
We just completed week #1 with both kids being at the same school. Brady went there last year for kindergarten (that's when we got the "golden ticket"of admission, Brennan was #76 on the 2nd grade lottery wait list, no joke). Once a student has been there a year, siblings are admitted, provided there is space available in the grades to which they are applying. So I am jumping for joy to have both kids on the same schedule and calendar for school. Last year, none of their breaks overlapped, except for between Christmas and New Year. Things are looking up.
At the end of week one,so far so good. Brennan is getting used to the new school, teachers, faces, rules and norms. Fortunately, she's coming from a small, Catholic school, so the atmosphere and discipline code are similar. They wear uniforms, too. Have I mentioned how much I LOVE uniforms? The simplification of our morning routine is incredible. They are capable of "expressing their individuality" (I can be PC) in their choice of shoes, belts, and accessories (and whether they wear pants, shorts, skirts, or jumpers). But I'm all about practicality, and uniforms allow me to get an extra 10 minutes of sleep and avoid fighting with anyone about appropriate wardrobe selection for school.
Brady has rekindled some of his joy for school. Perhaps I should say, his joy for P.E. and math. And snack. And recess. Everything else is booooorrrrrrriiiinnngggg. Then again, he told me the other night that he knows everything already (the Big First Grader that he is) and he really doesn't need to go to school anymore.
Apparently though, he does still have some learning to do. Tonight, he came sauntering up to me, asking if he could "please have a doughnut for dessert? I ate a really, really good dinner!"
His big blue eyes were so sweet, his expression so sincere, and he even said please! It was almost enough for me to give in and say yes. What he didn't know, is that he was already sporting a perfect, snow white ring of powdered sugar around his mouth.
Busted.
The charter school my kids attend works like this: school for 9 weeks, then 3 weeks off. This lasts four quarters and has a 5 week break during the summer. Not a bad deal, really, especially here in NC where July and August can get pretty hot and swampy, leaving the kids inside with little to do other than drive their mother up the crazy wall.
We just completed week #1 with both kids being at the same school. Brady went there last year for kindergarten (that's when we got the "golden ticket"of admission, Brennan was #76 on the 2nd grade lottery wait list, no joke). Once a student has been there a year, siblings are admitted, provided there is space available in the grades to which they are applying. So I am jumping for joy to have both kids on the same schedule and calendar for school. Last year, none of their breaks overlapped, except for between Christmas and New Year. Things are looking up.
At the end of week one,so far so good. Brennan is getting used to the new school, teachers, faces, rules and norms. Fortunately, she's coming from a small, Catholic school, so the atmosphere and discipline code are similar. They wear uniforms, too. Have I mentioned how much I LOVE uniforms? The simplification of our morning routine is incredible. They are capable of "expressing their individuality" (I can be PC) in their choice of shoes, belts, and accessories (and whether they wear pants, shorts, skirts, or jumpers). But I'm all about practicality, and uniforms allow me to get an extra 10 minutes of sleep and avoid fighting with anyone about appropriate wardrobe selection for school.
Brady has rekindled some of his joy for school. Perhaps I should say, his joy for P.E. and math. And snack. And recess. Everything else is booooorrrrrrriiiinnngggg. Then again, he told me the other night that he knows everything already (the Big First Grader that he is) and he really doesn't need to go to school anymore.
Apparently though, he does still have some learning to do. Tonight, he came sauntering up to me, asking if he could "please have a doughnut for dessert? I ate a really, really good dinner!"
His big blue eyes were so sweet, his expression so sincere, and he even said please! It was almost enough for me to give in and say yes. What he didn't know, is that he was already sporting a perfect, snow white ring of powdered sugar around his mouth.
Busted.
AJ? When did he become AJ? I like the photo of Brennan and Brady, they're a cute pair - and in their school uniforms. "What he didn't know, is that he was already sporting a perfect, snow white ring of powdered sugar around his mouth." Classic. They will love reading all of this when they get older.
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