Well, while our trip was lovely and I had a great time, it sure was a bummer to get home to find a balloon and letter on our door handle. Let me explain……before we left on our trip, there was a voicemail from the principal; she had called all kindergarten families to let them know the school went ahead and hired another new teacher because of how crowded their classes were ( I think somewhere around 34 in each class). I thought for sure we wouldn’t be getting moved since I’d signed up to help out with half the class activities and to be the room mom. Guess I was wrong.
Basically, I had a meltdown ( as I regrettable tend to over anything I cant control….I know, personal issue….. but, it’s who I am), and after two nights of insomnia, I went to the principal, determined to put Scott back in Mrs. N’s class the following Tuesday. The reason I was so worked up was because I found that out of about 24 neighborhood kids, Scott was the ONLY one who was put in this class. It was such a bummer! He was excited to be with his friends and I didn’t want him to be left out. When I spoke with the principal, she played up how great this other new teacher is; Mrs. Z. Well, then I was really confused. The principal said that if I wanted him back in Mrs. N’s, she would move him back, no problem……..because people were actually on a WATING LIST for the new Mrs. Z! So, of course, this made me overanalyze. 
Well, long story short…….I kept him in this new Mrs. Z’s class, despite the fact he would know no one. Scott is so friendly, he makes friends so easily. And, I thought, “I was raised in L.A. and I never had the luxury of knowing everyone in my class, not to mention going to church with half of them, like my kids do here, in Utah.” So, we embraced the change. So far, I’ve been really pleased.
She has already sent homework with Scott, she let me be the room mom ( for which I am grateful), she is involved in Reading Recovery and says she will personally be testing the kids and not limiting the level he can go up to, he comes home skipping off the bus smiling, and to boot…….every day since he started attending her class, he has come home telling me he didn’t “get put in time out and got to go to recess!” Sweet, but kinda sad it’s even been an issue. I’m glad he’s happy and that makes me happy.
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