Cross That One Off The List

We’re looking at a lot of schools this fall, trying to decide which will be the best fit for Ben and our family. We’re trying not to fall in love with any one place, because the school district places kids by lottery and the private schools are as exclusive as Harvard. Most of the schools make it hard, though; elementary school looks like fun, after all, with the brightly-colored cubbies, the reading nooks, the art on the walls.

And then, some of the schools make it easy not to fall in love. The facilities aren’t great, or the teachers aren’t welcoming. Or, you see a sign on the door like this:

Welcome, Kindergartnrs!!

Moving right along…


  1. Ericka says:

    Ha ha ha! Wait until you do the search for the perfect HIGH SCHOOL! After many tears, many tours, and many late night conversations, we’re going public. WOO HOO! Best fit of all, for all of us. And we’ll save over 100K in the next four years to boot!

  2. Anonymous says:

    Whoa, and it’s supposed to be a school? A place that teaches children to read and write? Hello? 🙂

  3. Elrena says:

    Reminds me of Dan Quayle and the potato(e). 🙂

  4. Chris says:

    Of course, in my day – we’re talking pre-history – there wasn’t kindergarten. For those who wanted, there was “Miss Dempsey” who ran a program with her mother, Mrs. Dempsey. There’s a picture in the family album of myself and half a dozen others and the Misses Dempsey. A boy called Scott got a noise bleed one day because the pole for a handheld American flag got run up his nose. I don’t remember whether by himself or someone else. But it was a dramatic event and new to my experience. That’s absolutely all I remember about it. So how much difference do these things make in the very long run?