Z goes to a great school and is part of an amazing Montessori program. But, because it is out of our district, it means I drive her to school every morning. And pick up every night. Both drop off and pick up consist of jockeying for parking spots, a mad rush of parents and a crazy group of students filling the hallways. No matter whether you are coming or going, you feel like a salmon swimming upstream.
A few Fridays a month, I volunteer in her class to help with spelling tests. I LOVE it. And, I think Z does too. When I left today, I couldn't believe how calm and quiet the halls that had been sheer chaos moments earlier had become....
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