Public vs. Private
You wouldn’t believe some of the reactions I get from people when they find out that Maya will be starting kindergarten this fall…at a public school. It alternatively cracks me up and annoys me that people think public school is a dirty word. Honestly, the elementary schools in our area are fantastic, and as Ali pointed out, why pay 5 years worth of tuition when Maya can get an equivalent education for free?
Ali actually had a good point. For a change.
So here I was thinking that I saved myself a ton of money AND extra work by not applying to private school…no essays to write, no interviews to attend, no recommendations to obtain, no donations to be made, and no you-know-whats to kiss to expedite admission. But then I received a thick enrollment packet from Maya’s elementary school full of waivers, questionnaires, health cards, and verifications. After many curses, a few eyeball rolls, and a flung pen or two, I stopped procrastinating and decided to get to work.
I completed and signed all the forms I could, dropped by Maya’s dentist for a signature, and then ran to the other side of the city to get Maya’s doctor’s signature. At that point the doctor informed me that Maya needed a TB test, and an eye and ear exam. I rolled my eyes again, battled the traffic, picked Maya up, and drove back to the doctor.
Here she is moments before the shot, asking the nurse just how much “a little poke” is going to hurt:
After much crying and other unneccessary dramatic effects, we left with a sparkly band-aid and a Hot Wheels sticker. Maya demands her freebies, whether or not she is hysterical.
I had every intention of buying Maya a dessert somewhere to “reward” her for being a good girl, but when I opened her lunchbox to get her water bottle and found her apples and broccoli untouched, I told her to forget about it.
“I’m very disappointed in you Maya.”
“I’m trying really hard, Mama.” This is her standard answer for everything because she knows when she uses this phrase I will immediately forgive and forget. Which I did.
20 minutes later we were at Urth Caffe and Maya was drinking the hot chocolate I told her she couldn’t have:
I had a much-needed and very delicious almond milk Italian cappuccino:
We were just hanging out, enjoying the sunshine when a giant bug flew into Maya’s hot chocolate. She took it surprisingly well considering she still had half of her drink left. Since she didn’t complain too much I let her pick out a bath toy from a nearby toy store:
“It’s just what I always wanted, Mama.” She says this about everything. Can you tell the canned responses drive me nuts?
We have to head back to the doctor on Friday to have Maya’s TB test read and then Ali and I have to attend parent orientation later this month. Why is everything kid-related so involved?
If/when you have kids would you enroll them in public or private school?