A family's story

Itching with Anticipation

Tomorrow is our annual district residency event. I really do mean “event”. Every single year the families that have children in our unit district (grades k-12) have to prove that they live within the confines of our district boundaries. We need three, yes, THREE forms of proof that we live here. I think that we should get a bye once in a while. You know, like, if you’ve lived in the same house for 3 years, then the 4th year is a free pass-no-waiting-in-line, type of thing.

Anywho, tomorrow I will go wait in line with the other families in our district to show my three forms of proof. In exchange for proving that we live where we say we do, I will get our family packet. The packet includes the calendar, the handbook and student rights, and all that jazz. It also includes the very-much-coveted teacher assignments for the school year.

This is a little less anxiety-driven for me these days. Jake and Tate already know their teachers for this coming school year. Thankfully it is in Jake’s IEP that he needs to meet his teacher at the end of the school year. Tate’s teacher is set at the end of the school year, as well, since he is in the “instructional” or self-contained room.

Tomorrow I will find out Cole’s kindergarten teacher. Eeep! I know who the extended-day teacher is going to be, but I cannot wait to hear who he has for the morning “typical” kindergarten experience. Additionally, I will find out Tate’s general education, or “mainstream” teacher. This year this will have a bit more weight, as he will be pushing into the general education classroom for more minutes!!!! (Super exciting!)

We will also find out bus schedules and that type of thing. I cannot wait to see when the buses will come for Tate and Cole. In our district, if the family lives within a mile of the school, and does not have to cross a major intersection, bus service is not provided. We fit that bill, so Jake does not qualify for bus service. Tate rides the special ed buses, and Cole, as a kindergartener, also qualifies for free busing. Depending on the bus schedules, we may or may not have Cole ride the bus.

I feel a *wee* bit like a kid the night before Christmas. I cannot wait to see who my boys have, and to find out which kiddos are going to be in my boys’ classes! The district no longer publishes class lists, so we will have to play that email/facebook/text game of figuring it out. Fingers crossed that Jake isn’t in the same class as the bully from last year, and that we know a few of the kids in Tate’s mainstream class, and that Cole knows a face or two in his first class at our school!

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