I'm trying to get all the photos on these posts "Under Constrution" below so I haven't gotten around to writing new ones. I finished a couple of them already. I'm still working on our California trip, let alone Israel...
The kids did well with the start of the school year. Davina is in both Ronnie and Talia's old classroom with Talia's old teacher for French. The German teacher seems nice and the class is all the same grade, not mixed. A much better start than last year!
Talia is in a mixed class. She is in CE1 and CE2 mixed. This is 2nd and 3rd grade combined. Ronnie was too and by coincidence, their German teachers for the year were German exchange teachers, so "real" German speakers as opposed to Alsatian or just French who speak German well...
The difference is that with Ronnie, the class was pretty evenly split. With Talia, I believe there are only 6 CE1's out of 26 kids (this was the conclusion that we figured out-me and a mom whose son was in the other bilingual class so together we tried to figure out the students). We knew from the names that they had selected the best students from CP (1st grade) to be in that class. It's no secret as another mom mentioned this (I was hoping, naively that no one would notice).
I had sweet revenge though. Ronnie has Talia's teacher from Davina's year in preschool. Weird huh? He has gone up about two grades each year. This was the teacher who declared Talia to be slow. I was joking with him outside the school "Just pretend he is not related to Talia at all. They're so different..."
He wanted to know how she was doing and I mentioned that she was in the mixed class. "Oh, that's because she's a good German speaker". Ha. Okay, he didn't retract the "slow" comment but he knows, and I know, who those kids are who went into the mixed class. For the record, he was her French teacher, not her German but he speaks German.
Meanwhile, I'm swamped with the lists. You have to buy all sorts of palavah for French public schools. I always buy notebooks either the wrong size, the wrong color, the cover that is the wrong size, color, the squares are not big enough/too big, not enough/too many pages and here's a new one, the outside cover isn't stiff enough. See, French parents know this stuff automatically and I'm all "I didn't know it was for the cahier de laision...." Ugh...
On the net, I've discovered Facebook. I've re-hooked up with all sorts of buddies from every aspect of my colorful life. I have fellow parents from the school, a high school chum, a friend I met on my Antarctica trip, San Jose State International Center people, other California friends, United Airlines (the Paris base has a group), friends in England, even Daniel's relatives... Scary! Their lives are also pretty colorful. I guess that happens with age...
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