Yesterday was the first day of school for the Faulkettes.
It wasn’t just any first day, though. This was Emma’s first day at her new school where she’ll be learning in “just one language, Mommy!” I was worried that there would be some Faulkette separation anxiety, but Ana and Emma were perfectly fine when they said goodbye to one another and went on their new, separate adventures. (Mommy wasn’t fine at all, but it’s not about Mommy, is it?)
We had some excitement at drop off and at pick up, trying to figure out this new way of doing things, and Pasadena got hit with a really big storm right at the wrong moment, which made things even crazier. But once we were all in the car heading back home, we were able to chat about the day and how the year was already shaping up.
Emma made a new friend and is optimistic about meeting even more new friends. She was very interested in talking through how the new school is different from the old school and was particularly bummed that it was raining so she couldn’t investigate the playground. She said her teacher was very nice and that everyone remained calm when the power went out several times during the storm. Well, everyone except for that new friend she made who jumped up and yelled, “It’s time to party!” when the lights went out. “He sounds like he might get himself in trouble,” I observed. “Oh, no, he’s good!,” Emma assured me. Time will tell, I guess. She was also able to find her way to the nurse’s office for her meds and actually remembered that she takes meds, both of which I’m counting as huge first day wins for the Eminator.
Ana told me that her class is exactly like it was last year and the year before that and the year before that, except new teachers, of course. (That’s the way dual language is structured.) She was excited that she’s sitting surrounded by her friends in both classes and that she gets to use this ginormous binder that is literally twice the size of her head. (It’s huge for my little fourth grader.) She told me about a conversation she had with her Spanish teacher regarding AR goals for the year, and when I expressed some surprise that her Spanish teacher was speaking English in class, Ana looked at me like I was crazy and said, “No, Mommy, we were speaking Spanish.” To which I responded, “You said all of that in Spanish?!” To which she responded, “Well, yeah.” I always worry that she’ll have a rough start after her summers away from hearing and speaking the second language, but she’s obviously more fluent than I think she is. Go, tiny white girl, go!
All that said, they were excited to go back today. We’re looking forward to another great year!