Joey got 100% on his first phonogram quiz! We studied everyday for it! He also got 100% on 2 math worksheets (12/12)! I am so happy and excited about his progress, success, and all the great things that are yet to come in 1st grade. I have to admit that I was a little worried after curriculum night last night but now I'm excited about how much he will learn and grow. I'm also pretty happy that when I asked my cousin about the 1st grade curriculum in NY before we went into the curriculum night meeting, a lot of it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. Once we reviewed the curriculum, I was happy to realize there were a lot of similarities.
So proud of my big boy!
Friday, August 26, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
1st Day of 1st Grade...will we survive?
The 1st day if 1st grade was rough! We have been prepping for this day all summer, telling Joey how great school was going to be this year, and what a big boy he is. Our comments and attempts to build him up were met with "I don't need 1st grade," "Staying at the heavy house all day long makes me happy," and "I'm 10 times smarter than both of you."
Bryan was able to go in late so he could join us on the journey to school. He was in Seattle last year so he definitely wanted to be a part of it. I'm not sure if that was a good or bad thing. I had too many emotions to worry about soothing that morning: Bryan's anxiousness, Joey'a anxiety, and my sorrow as another milestone was fast approaching and I wasn't ready for it.
The walk was long and sweaty, thanks to the 116 degree weather but we trudged through it. Getting him into class, making sure we filled the picture quota, and getting him settled at his desk happened all to quickly. And why were almost all of the other children already seated? Did their super parents feel the need to out-do everyone else and get them 20 minutes before the bell? Being someone that is always running behind, I was pissed that I was early (a few minutes before the bell) and I was still made to feel like we were late. Can't I catch a break?:)
I was forced to give him a peck and leave abruptly, as teachers are always doing their job by trying to make "goodbyes" swift and painless. And then it happened. Two little hands reached out and grabbed my forearm. And I heard the words I hate to hear: "Don't leave me. Stay here." My heart broke as I said goodbye, pried his fingers off my forearm, and turned to leave.
It's going to be a long year.
Bryan was able to go in late so he could join us on the journey to school. He was in Seattle last year so he definitely wanted to be a part of it. I'm not sure if that was a good or bad thing. I had too many emotions to worry about soothing that morning: Bryan's anxiousness, Joey'a anxiety, and my sorrow as another milestone was fast approaching and I wasn't ready for it.
The walk was long and sweaty, thanks to the 116 degree weather but we trudged through it. Getting him into class, making sure we filled the picture quota, and getting him settled at his desk happened all to quickly. And why were almost all of the other children already seated? Did their super parents feel the need to out-do everyone else and get them 20 minutes before the bell? Being someone that is always running behind, I was pissed that I was early (a few minutes before the bell) and I was still made to feel like we were late. Can't I catch a break?:)
I was forced to give him a peck and leave abruptly, as teachers are always doing their job by trying to make "goodbyes" swift and painless. And then it happened. Two little hands reached out and grabbed my forearm. And I heard the words I hate to hear: "Don't leave me. Stay here." My heart broke as I said goodbye, pried his fingers off my forearm, and turned to leave.
It's going to be a long year.
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