Both kids got good teachers - so I hear. Isaak said, "I don't care who I get. You know what? I do care. I want to keep this pattern up of getting the opposite teacher than Mica had." He likes patterns. Mica wanted the teacher he got because she kept saying she wanted him in her classroom, she works them hard, and plays them hard.
Back to school night was on Mica's birthday (Monday).
We stopped by Isaak's classroom first. Isaak's teacher was busy talking to one family when we came in. Two more families came in after us, and she started talking to them. We were just standing there thinking, Ok we're right here waiting to talk to you. We did have a few questions. Like, Why were there no notebooks, or folders on the school supply list for that grade? Finally we did what some may deem as rude, and butted in when it seemed as though conversation wouldn't die down between the teacher, and a family. It's odd because they butted in on us. It was like we were in a room, and no one could see us. Not a great first impression.
She answered our questions, and we were on our way. She buys the notebooks, and folders because she's picky about what they use color wise. Not the warm and fuzzy feeling I was hoping to get. I have heard that she's an excellent teacher. I shouldn't judge. She runs a tight ship, and that is what Isaak needs. Isaak's a good student. He wants to do his best. He also pretends to not know how to read.
Isaak gave me the hand when I tried to take a picture of him. Maybe my feeling of being ignored didn't just come from his teacher.
Every photo that night had a hand up! Punk!
When does school start where you live?