Changing Times

I graduated high school from a speck of a town in Iowa. I graduated college feeling myself like a speck, but that's another story. In high school, I was involved in everything; from band, to choir, to plays, to cheerleading, to student council, to flags, I'm sure there are other things I'm forgetting, I should reference my yearbook, after all it's only 30-some pages long. I graduated with 52 students. My high school gave me so much opportunity to discover who I am that I will forever be grateful, but it also gave me an unique perspective on education. In high school, my physical education teacher nicknamed me 'Buns'. I distinctly remember my mathematics teacher having a poster in his room saying "36-24-36, I like those numbers!". I've heard that in recent years that the current principal of this high school is paid at a daily rate because she will not sign a contract keeping her there if 'something better comes along'.

This post isn't about myself, but I intended to talk about my son. My sweet four-year-old son who I am now preparing him for his state mandated Early Childhood Screening. This screening is a pre-requisite for enrolling him into a lottery to attend a public Spanish Immersion elementary school, where his chances of getting in will probably be less than 50% by next year. On top of this, he will be attending preschool four days a week come September with the option of attending Fridays, all-day.

I think that I will have to cherish as many moments that I can from his childhood (like Henry first learning to write him name) before he gets smarter than myself. At this rate, this anti-supermom will be saying "ask your Dad" by the time Henry reaches fourth grade!