Eliza’s first official day of school was today! Because she went to full day summer school, it feels more like back to school than her first day.
Summer school was less academic than the regular school year and had weekly field trips, so this will be a slight transition. She also has a different teacher and teacher intern. (The interns are college students from France and Belgium!).
It is her first day wearing a uniform, which she didn’t seem to mind. She said she got to wear her “matching” outfit today. Is she implying that she usually doesn’t match? Well, maybe that’s true.
Because of the uniform, her shoes and back pack are her big statement pieces. She chose a backpack with a little stuffed animal keychain on it.
All four of us went to back-to-school night last night to see Eliza’s classroom and meet her teacher (who is warm, has a sparkle in her eye, and is, not that it matters, beautiful). Eliza was so excited that some of her friends from summer school were in her class! She was especially thankful that N., her very best friend from summer school, shared her same class. It’s a good thing they aren’t seated at the same table, though. I don’t think they’d listen much.
Jonas wanted to try out E’s spot. (He loved back-to-school night. He couldn’t get enough of looking at all of the people. He kept grabbing people and making friends.)
We’re still staying at Jake’s Dad’s because of our Flea Problem, which means an almost hour long drive to E’s school in the morning! My grandpa (Poppy) graciously let us borrow his car for the week (we’re a one car family since we live in the city) because Jake’s work is an forty-five minutes away from E’s school. We’re burning up a lot of gas going back to Holly House every day to battle the fleas and take care of the (miserable) cats.
E talked my ear off the entire hour to school. She re-told me all about how things went at summer school, asked for the millionth time why she wasn’t allowed to bring a stuffed animal to school for nap-time (“But Mom, the other kids get to bring them! N. has a tiger!), worried that we forgot to bring a pillow and blanket for nap time, speculated on what they would do today, and told me some of the French she knows.
She asked in broken French, “Do you know what ‘Est-ce que je peux aller aux toilettes?’ means?”
“What does it mean?”
“No! You know French! You tell me.”
“It means, ‘May I go to the restroom’.”
“Yes, that’s right. I had to learn that in summer school so I could ask every time. My teacher says that she doesn’t understand me when I don’t speak French, but I know that’s not true. She totally speaks English!”
I thought that was cute.
EB didn’t have any problems saying bye. She was totally ready to go. She hasn’t ever had much separation anxiety, which I think is due to her spending the night with her grandparents often from an early age.
Eliza and her friend N. comforted I., who was upset that her mom was leaving.
“Don’t worry, it will be fun,” Eliza said to a red-eyed I., rubbing her shoulder in a comforting manner. “See? I’m sitting next to you. I’ll be with you the whole time.”
I wasn’t upset about leaving her, but seeing her worry about I. almost made me tear up. I’m proud of Eliza, needless to say.
(*Initials are used for the names of children in Eliza’s class for obvious reasons.)
I can’t wait to pick her up and hear the story of her first day!
Do you have any kids in school? How did the first day go for you?