Back in school

That's right! Tessa is back in public school. I just couldn't take it anymore. I love my baby girl, but all day every day Tessa and Austin and Bruce and Chantz and Rocksy was just too much! It just ain't natural I tell you! Luckily, this house is on the southside, just 4 blocks from Lincoln school. We didn't have to send her back to Jefferson! So yesterday we registered her and this morning was her first day back.

I think she will do well. I learned from homeschooling her how far behind in math she was and we were working on that. I told the folks at L that she has difficulty in math, is hesitant to speak up when confused, and when she gets overwhelmed, tends to just shut down. And that she doesn't know cursive yet. Tess did excellently in music, art and PE last year, great in reading, science and history (except critical thinking) and not so well in the math, but I never knew just how badly she was doing. Once I found out what the problem was, I realized that she needed to go back to public school. She can really benefit there.

I was impressed with the staff and teachers at L. They won't rush her, they will give her a week to adjust (unlike J!!!!!!) and don't really push cursive till second semester. They will keep an eye out on her math skills. Surprisingly, both elementary schools share a principal, music, art and PE teachers. District doesn't have as many kids as it used to and not much money. Both elems only go to fourth grade, her school is older than J, and the rooms are smaller. Her classroom is so cute; it has a loft for extra space. Computers are below the loft, and on it. I really hope she has a good day. The students were so friendly, and one little girl even gave her a hug! I told her to tell people that she was born here in Glendive and that she moved away for two years and that she went to kindergarten at J. Hopefully she will find some friends who live nearby. I miss my baby. It's like sending her to kindergarten all over again! She wanted me to stay, but I didn't. she can do it.

I just worry. She can be so sensitive. Her favorite class last year was the one where a group of kids talk about there feelings and make stuff. I told her I'd see about getting her into counseling again.