School is out. The last bows have been given. Lunch boxes are MIA and alarm clocks have been thrown out the window. Over scheduling and under performance can take a backseat this summer.
Last day of school.
I personally love summer. I love having my kids home with me where we do absolutely nothing and absolutely everything - all the while sitting in our pj's. I can say all of this now as they aren't teenagers yet. I'm sure I will feel completely different when that time comes but for now, I love the downtime and so do they.
We ended the year with a banner year of successes and assessments.
Celia does not qualify for special services for her math issues. She actually made quite a bit of strides this past year in catching up from private school.
I can not believe I am actually typing that last sentence. What a fool we were. Entering fourth grade, Celia, tested at a 1.4 in math. At the end of the year? She is going to fifth grade at a 5.2. What exactly did the old school and teachers do to my precious cargo during her tour of duty there? Nothing would be the answer. We paid a crap load of money for my daughter to fall behind. and further behind.
People slam public schools quite a bit but in my opinion, it could be worse. You could actually pay additional money for inaccountability, complacency, and a complete lack of performance. Your child has a problem not picking up information during the first and only run through? Don't worry! It's their fault. They are the ones who obviously have a problem. Your child is just special. As in special needs. Maybe you should just send them to public school. They can deal with her there. She's just not private school material. (I shit you not. I was told this by her second grade teacher once upon a time. SEVERAL times.)
This year someone was finally watching out for us. Celia had a teacher who responded to her in the most positive of light. She praised her and helped her at every turn. I don't know what we would have done without her. She truly made a difference in her life. She made straight A's! She is not the same anxiety-ridden child. She smiles! She talks! She skips and leaps when she walks! She freaking laughs!
I'm pretty sure she want her to be her new mother.
Nothing like the broken down child from last year.
I can't believe I was such a fool to keep here there.
Now onto better subjects other than past mistakes and multiplication tables....
I haven't a clue what we are going to do.