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Another year...
Sep. 8th, 2005 10:46 pmThe kids started school yesterday, and it looks like it's going to be a good year. Alisdair is in a multi-age classroom with K-2nd graders, amking him one of the oldest kids in there. He gets to help other kids and set an example, which I think will be a big motivator for him this year. He's got his same teacher as last year, which is great. He's excited about school and looking forward to his classes. I have great hopes that it's going to be a really good year for him.
Will is across the hall from Alisdair this year, having moved up from the Kindergarten room to 1st grade. He's very excited about that. His teacher was an assistant teacher in Alisdair's class last year, Ms. Larsen, so I'm really glad she got the job and will be working with Will. I think she'll be a good fit for him, and she worked well with the kids.
It's so odd to think my kiddos are in 1st and 2nd grade now. David mentioned how odd it was to realize that the boys were the ages he now remembers being, which is something that hadn't even occurred to me. I remember first grade -- learning math, and working with number lines, and realizing I would someday have to go down the absolutely huge slide in the playground and being absolutely terrified... I remember being amazed because one of the girls in my class could tie the sash to her dress in a bow behind her back. I couldn't fathom being able to do that. And my youngest son's that big now. Amazing.
I don't really remember second grade at all, come to think of it. At least, not without a lot of reminding. I'm sure it's there, somewhere, but I have no idea who my teacher was or what I did that year. Then again, Alisdair learned things in 1st grade I didn't get to until 3rd grade, so it wouldn't be a great point of reference anyway where school is concerned. I remember 3rd grade, but only because I really disliked my teacher. She was the only teacher I had up until high school that I really didn't like. And I can't remember why, for the life of me.
But anyway, yeah. First and second grade, man. It's pretty cool. I'm proud of them. Love you, boys.
Will is across the hall from Alisdair this year, having moved up from the Kindergarten room to 1st grade. He's very excited about that. His teacher was an assistant teacher in Alisdair's class last year, Ms. Larsen, so I'm really glad she got the job and will be working with Will. I think she'll be a good fit for him, and she worked well with the kids.
It's so odd to think my kiddos are in 1st and 2nd grade now. David mentioned how odd it was to realize that the boys were the ages he now remembers being, which is something that hadn't even occurred to me. I remember first grade -- learning math, and working with number lines, and realizing I would someday have to go down the absolutely huge slide in the playground and being absolutely terrified... I remember being amazed because one of the girls in my class could tie the sash to her dress in a bow behind her back. I couldn't fathom being able to do that. And my youngest son's that big now. Amazing.
I don't really remember second grade at all, come to think of it. At least, not without a lot of reminding. I'm sure it's there, somewhere, but I have no idea who my teacher was or what I did that year. Then again, Alisdair learned things in 1st grade I didn't get to until 3rd grade, so it wouldn't be a great point of reference anyway where school is concerned. I remember 3rd grade, but only because I really disliked my teacher. She was the only teacher I had up until high school that I really didn't like. And I can't remember why, for the life of me.
But anyway, yeah. First and second grade, man. It's pretty cool. I'm proud of them. Love you, boys.
