Last night we visited our resides middle school's Open House (CarMS). Having never set foot in the building, I didn't know what to expect.
I liked it.
I liked the fact that the halls are wide, and the space feels open. I liked that the teachers talked about the content they teach. I like that this middle school is smaller than my kids' current elementary school (by about 200 students) and three times smaller than CrosMS. I like that they send many of their students to the regional science fair, and that sixth graders make robots in a technology class. I like that there is bus service to my house.
I liked the "feel" of CarMS more than I liked the "feel" of "CrosMS."
But, I'm letting go of this one. All my daughter can see is "where is my BFF going." And that is ok.
I felt something similar when I selected my high school, although mine was "Wherever the biggest assh*les from my elementary school/middle school are not going is where I want to be."
I have made it very, very clear to N, however, that if she wants to attend CrosMS, then SHE is responsible for doing the work to apply. I'm not asking teachers for recommendation letters. I'm not asking for grades. I'm not writing an essay or bugging her to write an essay.
I am perfectly a-ok with her going to the resides where I don't have to do squat to apply.
The onus is on her (which actually feels quite hard on me, but I think that is called "letting go" or "tough love" or something of that sort).
I liked it.
I liked the fact that the halls are wide, and the space feels open. I liked that the teachers talked about the content they teach. I like that this middle school is smaller than my kids' current elementary school (by about 200 students) and three times smaller than CrosMS. I like that they send many of their students to the regional science fair, and that sixth graders make robots in a technology class. I like that there is bus service to my house.
I liked the "feel" of CarMS more than I liked the "feel" of "CrosMS."
But, I'm letting go of this one. All my daughter can see is "where is my BFF going." And that is ok.
I felt something similar when I selected my high school, although mine was "Wherever the biggest assh*les from my elementary school/middle school are not going is where I want to be."
I have made it very, very clear to N, however, that if she wants to attend CrosMS, then SHE is responsible for doing the work to apply. I'm not asking teachers for recommendation letters. I'm not asking for grades. I'm not writing an essay or bugging her to write an essay.
I am perfectly a-ok with her going to the resides where I don't have to do squat to apply.
The onus is on her (which actually feels quite hard on me, but I think that is called "letting go" or "tough love" or something of that sort).
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