Shool Days

 Preston 3rd Grade

Looking back on my school years the first real school year I remember is 3rd Grade.  I remember going down to the school the week before it started and finding out I got the "worst and meanest" teacher and crying and begging my mom to switch me.  Mom said lets meet her and see how things go.  That teacher ended up being the one that notified my mom that I may need glasses and I did, She was the one that got me a extra tutor for my multiplications, and the one that pushed me and encouraged me to strive harder in class.  I ended up really liking her as a teacher. 
On a social level it is also the grade that I was bullied by  a girl in my class, got called midget, 4 eyes and a slu of other not so nice things.  Those things stuck with me throughout my school years. 

 So am I excited for Preston to enter the 3rd grade?

Yes, said with some reserve.  I am excited for him to really stretch this year in academics, I am excited for him to really search and find his place in this big wide open place they call school.  YET......

No, I am not looking forward to those "mean" kids.  Not looking forward to hurting along with him as I watch him struggle with new concepts and ideas.  

Though I am excited to watch how he overcomes this new start in life.  I feel that 3rd grade really is the start of the love or hate School. 

Some of the things I love about Preston:

His willingness to help
His servants heart that he got from his dad
His love for his little brother and sisters
His compulsive attitude to detail and organization ( I can attribute my organized rooms in my house to him)
His love of music and art
His love for theatre

So here goes to a new chapter.....