The way I see it.

The way I see it, I have about 6 months to find the PERFECT homeschool curriculum for Winnie and Finn. I reserve the right to change my mind later, but I believe we have hit the end of the "this school rocks" honeymoon period. Maybe it's that my expectations were so high, what school could possibly meet MY standards. Perhaps my standards just are not possible. Perhaps I am being a picky bitch and should just shut up and let the good be good. Maybe I'm supposed to find the bad and fix it.

I just feel so defeated. Fist we have the stupid gift basket fiasco this week that gets me all riled up. I'm confident that next year will be more in keeping with the values of the school, even in the face of gift-giving fever. Then, today, they cancel a parent assembly without any notification whatsoever. Not a phone call. Not an email. Not even a note on the door.

Now, I know these things happen from time to time, but it's the reason it was cancelled that really has me in an uproar. You see, Winnie is a quiet, reserved kind of girl. She's not very confident in herself and last month, when it came time to present her birthday book in front of the school at a parent-invited assembly she was upset and didn't want to participate. We've worked with her all month. She's done extra book talks in her own little classroom to help her feel more comfortable. She has worked SO HARD. She was going to present her book today instead. She was very proud of herself, ready to get up there. We were proud of her too. So I get to school and the room is dark. I wander the hall to find out where everyone is. Yes it's cancelled. Guess why. It's cancelled because a few kids in the older classroom who were supposed to be presenting a book are out today. I stared in awe. Surely I'm missing something. Because this school is ALL ABOUT community. This is BACKWARDS. They cancelled the entire assembly, the assembly that parents, who have no way of being notified, are planning to attend, the assembly that parents took time off of work to attend, because a few children (even if it was 10 children, which it wasn't) couldn't be there???? I get angrier as I type.

So my Winnie, who is just as important as those children, has to wait another whole flipping month to present her birthday book. She's going to be crushed. And I have to pick up those flipping pieces. She's not a stupid kid. She is going to come to the same conclusions I have. She is going to ask me why those children are more important than she is. And furthermore, there were a whole handfull of other children presenting their books, not just Winnie. It's not like it was JUST Winnie. It's a whole group of children who have been given the message that their birthdays are not as important as the children who are out with head lice. Why can't THEY present next month???

OOOoooohhhhh. This is probably a major overreaction but the rose colored glasses have apparently gone missing from my face.

I'll sit down tomorrow and write a pros and cons list and see that this school is fantastic despite all it's faults. But for this rainy afternoon(into which I had to drag a sleeping baby and a sleeping preschooler for what turns out to be no reason), I am angry and frustrated. Seems to be the theme of my week.