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Pre High School Conversations

ME: It’s time for you to drive. This is bullshit. JANE: [grinning] What kind of car are you going to buy me? ME: I’m sorry for cussing ME & JANE [in chorus]: Cussing doesn’t count in bad traffic. ME: I don’t know. We want you in something safe. JANE: Jerry said he’s never cut a dead body out of a BMW or a Mercedes. [Jerry is our firefighter neighbor] ME: That’s a very real possibility but it won’t be anywhere near new. JANE: [smiling and nodding] I know And then …

How Much is Too Much?

Last week our school newsletter included a message from our Head of School that I wanted to share with the world. If I was a gazillionaire I’d take out a full page ad in every paper (I know… no one reads newspapers). Every time our Head of School speaks I find myself nodding in agreement and feeling grateful that the school found this person. Of course it takes a special school to attract great talent so it becomes a chicken/egg discussion. If you’re local to LA and school shopping I …

The Benefits of a K-8 School

The high school applications are almost done for Jane and although it’s an extraordinary amount of paperwork it hasn’t been horribly overwhelming. The summer before 7th grade the kids all get a letter addressed to them (and not us parents) that reminds them that 7th grade really matters for high school admissions. It’s time to ramp it up and get the best grades possible. It’s a nice letter, an encouraging letter and it’s proven to be quite effective for the bulk of the kids. 8th grade is spent focusing on …

I Send them to School and then I Sit in the Car and Cry

This morning wasn’t the easiest one. It’s the Blessing of the Animals at the kids’ school. All the students bring their pets to the school yard before clases begin and a man who isn’t a priest but wears a collar (forgive me I never know what to call him) puts a few drops of water on each pet and says a blessing. Four years ago he about drowned our hamster and I was also have a rough day. I wouldn’t have remembered that, but apparently I blogged it so it …

You Down with G-O-D?

Jane just walked in and sang some of her chapel songs for me. One of them was: You down with G-O-D? Yeah you know me. So I did what every 42 year old mother would do. I burst out in hysterical laughter. She looked hurt and then I had to explain to her that it was a song from when I was in college. And then I played this for her. Mostly because I tend to take an action and then think about it. Alexander walked in the room and …