Is there a doctor in the house? Max with his buddy Basilio
I've got little butterflies in my tummy today. Nervous mommy butterflies. Max's current school is only a kinder, after this year he needs to change schools to enter primary, movin' on up to the big time. We dropped him off this morning at the primary school that we love to have his entrance exam and evaluation. Yes, an entrance exam for primary school. Last night I grilled the poor kid on questions I thought they may ask him, gave him "extra" homework to practice his writing and tricked him into some math practice with some online games. I don't know why I am so worked up, it's not like he's taking the SATs to get into Harvard Law.
I think I am really stressed about the "pre-first" or "first grade" deal. Most schools here put kids right into first grade after kinder three, when they are six years old (Max turns six in April). This particular school wants all six year olds to do a pre-first year to prepare them for first grade. The director explained that many kids do not have the level of English or the maturity to enter first. Max certainly has no problem with the English, we'll see how he fares on the maturity level, though this proud mommy thinks he'll do just fine in that regard. The directors and teachers of his current school and his psychologist think that pre-first would be bad for Max, when he's bored, he starts acting up and they believe he would be bored.
Currently Max is top of his class. The director told me last week that he is "ganando todos los demas" (beating all the others). He got a perfect score on his math exam (blew my mind and made me cry), adding and subtracting three digit numbers, counting by 2's, 5's and 10's, counting money (pesos and dollars), and adding fractions! His other exams were all "excelente", just one or two mistakes here and there. He's completely frustrated with his English teacher's mistakes, he speaks better than she does and has to correct her in class. (She didn't take well to this at first, punishing him when he told her she was wrong, but I put a quick stop to that). He reads and writes in both languages, grasps French quickly and overall is a pretty smart kid. For Valentine's Day he must have written 14 letters of love to his teachers, all of his own accord, for "fun" and because he loves them. Now, he's not a perfect kid by any means, problems arise when he understands concepts quickly and his fellow students do not, he gets mouthy and antsy and starts climbing the walls (and spouting bad words, ugh). Sadly, he loves his punishment which is being sent to the "baby room", where he says he helps by giving bottles and putting the munchkins to sleep. I think what he really needs is a dungeon full of monsters, that would straighten him up a bit.
So, I have no idea what to expect when I pick him up this afternoon. Will they say he is a gem of a child and a genius and they'd love to have him or will they throw him at me and run for their lives asking us never to return? Is he destined to be a doctor or will he be selling chicles on street corners? (I'm really hoping he goes into plastic surgery, gawd knows I could use a little work and the big bucks wouldn't hurt either). Yeah yeah, he's five, it's primary school, not graduate school, but mommies worry, right? Who's going to take care of me in my old age? Who's going to lift and tighten all my loose bits? Come on universe, make this a good Max day, I'm pretty sure that the chicle business won't pay for my adult diapers......