School Daze

We had our formal visit today at the Cambridge International School, where C & H will attend classes in the Fall. It far surpassed my expectations, which were admittedly conservative and riddled with anxiety. The administrators and teachers, get my high marks, as does the facility, which oozes charm and more importantly, warmth. I was a bit slack-jawed when they told us Harry will be studying a host of subjects next year (math, science, French, Spanish, geography, history, handwriting and two days of sports a week, when they wear little track suits!....is this college or kindergarten? I'm so nervous, I feel like it's me going back to school.)


Charlotte is technically too young to begin the fall term, but given her second-child maturity (and superior sex), they're happy to take her. We're going to start her with half-days, maybe three a week, and go from there. I think it won't be long before she's going full-time like Harry ( I predict she will HOWL if when I drop him off and she has to stay with me, she is THAT eager to go).

We spent a little time mixing with the other kids before heading to the next-door Cherry Hinton Park, where the kids dove into the newly-opened wading pool fully clothed (as were most of the other kids, so don't think us total hillbillies). Harry accused me of "ruining (his) good time" by dragging him away after nearly two hours and an ice cream cone. Already, mom can't win.

On a closing note, we are grateful this private school does not require applications for its entering nursery class...because during our meeting, Charlotte chucked a toy and then dirtied herself, harry was also not exactly on his best behavior. Mrs. Greer, the admissions mistress, seemed less interested in the kids' behavior and more focused on how we handled the kids. ugh! Talk about under the microscope.