So, I was doing fine up until about 45 minutes til’ we were set to go see the class lists.
Conner got into a great class, and I’m so glad that I left it to last year’s teacher. The key is to get in the good teacher’s class at the start, and make friends — and then threaten them with large percussionists to make sure your kid’s in the right class the next year. Well, maybe the threats were idle (and maybe they weren’t). I’m excited for the school year now — bring on the multiplication tables (btw, 3rd grade — my LEAST favorite year by a MILE).
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