A new semester rolled around at our house: the start of the new school year and our co-op. You’re probably thinking “what!? School already?” Yup, for whatever strange reason, our school district started on the first week of August. Since co-op loosely follows the school calendar, off we went.
The anxieties roared up into massive flames threatening to derail our day. Week, even, because the Engineer and I both battled it for a while before the actual day.
I should know by now not to be surprised at what comes out of my son’s mouth. After all, I’ve had 8 years to get used to this kid. Some days it’s a good surprise, some days I wonder if I deserve an award like Worst Parent of the Year or something similar.
I’ve been musing over this as I start my prep for art class – yup, art class again. This time in our local, inclusive co-op that we lucked out on when we moved. Don’t get out the pitchforks yet when I say this:
I don’t think we should need gifted programs in schools.