I admit it. When it comes to my children I can be considered unplease-able. It's true. I don't deny it. I quit my job (that I loved) to stay at home because I was unpleased with the alternatives.
And it should come as no surprise when my view of their education is no different. I have high standards. I have high expectations. Admittedly, my children had a couple years of formal preschool preceded by a mom that used to teach giving them instruction at home. By the time these boys hit school, they were more than ready!
All I ask of education in regards to my children is: A) that they are continually moving forward in their learning and B) that their love to learn is not extinguished at this tender age.
I enrolled them in a school that was not my top choice, but instead better than the school we are zoned to go to. It took a few months before I came to the realization that I was not as happy as I wanted to be. I began searching but really struggled with the idea of changing them mid-year. I struggled and struggled, but got to a point where the change was going to happen, so why not sooner than later?
I did a little research and found a school I am happy with. I met with the principal (in essence he interviewed me and I interviewed him). We both left the meeting seemingly happy. So, I enrolled the boys in that school and gave them the big news. They took it better than expected, change is always a bit traumatic.
They started at the beginning of February and I am very pleased. They are still adjusting and not necessarily ecstatic that I moved them. I know that in the long run this was a great choice. Here are the boys in their new school sweatshirts.