We’re in the home stretch of crisis schooling. Cuomo willing, we’re inside a week! We got this!(?)
For the most part, it’s fine. It has been a delicate balance of work, school, work, school, late nights, some early mornings etc.
N is largely self sufficient with her classes and work and only has the occasional question. E needs a lot of support. She can do everything just fine, but she can’t read the lessons or instructions on a paper so…
Please let me start by saying, I adore E’s teacher. She is supportive, flexible, kind, and funny. She clearly loves her kiddos and her job. She’s young, but is a great teacher and was sort of the only thing E liked about kindergarten most days other than being bossy and coloring. She has a lot of calm energy about her and the communication was pretty good from what I could see. I know a bunch of the kids in the class from and she had her hands full!
All of the wonderful things I will say about her aside, I don’t know if I’ve ever been as let down by a teacher as I was by E’s on Thursday morning. Tuesday, she said that the writing assignment for the day was the last one! Thursday, there was another one!
Ga! My face fell. My heart hurt. I may have thought about crying, but I wasn’t going to let this break me. Okay, maybe it broke me just a little.
I’ve done a lot of really hard things. Things I didn’t think I could do, things I wasn’t sure how I was going to pull off, things people didn’t believe in me about, but to say that E’s writing assignments challenged me in ways I didn’t know I could be stretched is an understatement.
There’s a few things I’m sure played into this. First of all, kindergarteners cannot spell. Nor can I. So that was, um, fun.
Also, last week, we discovered E likely needs glasses. If so, it’s not helping things and might explain a lot about her writing and reading dislikes.
E has truly wonderful stories rattling around in her head and a gift for telling them. I’m trying to cut a deal with her to draw the pictures and tell me the stories on video and I’ll do the typing.
She said, “We’ll see.”