I spent much of the morning at Kindergarten. Honolulu follows a "year-round" schedule, so today was the first day. All that B did was take a 30 minute sort of test so that they can place him in one of the two kindergarten classes. He will attend either Thursday or Friday, depending on the placement, and then start every day on Monday.
Kindergarten is stressful for children, but it's stressful for parents, too. He's been at day care and then pre-school since he was 1 and a half, so we are used to him being under another's care for much of the day. However, after two years at pre-school, one builds up confidence in the school, or at least they are a known commodity who seems to do no harm, but now you have to switch and you wonder, "is this place going to be good for him? Do they know what they are doing?"
It's our first entrance into a mass educational system. His school was just by itself. His daycare was just the one care-giver and her 6 infants. But here you spend half an hour signing forms for lunch, for the library, for medical care, for attendance, and more. Only some of the documents are specific to school and some aren't even specific to Hawaii, just something some bureaucracy somewhere in the world spit out.
And you read the pamphlet about standard-based curriculum and wonder, "are they actually going to teach my son as a unique human being, or just push everyone to meet the 3rd grade test written by a committee in D.C.? Which is more important? The child or the curriculum?"
But the teacher who spoke to me seemed nice. And as we left, B was jumping and singing, "I'm so happy, I'm so happy," which is a little bit from Boowa and Kwala.
He's probably going to have an easier time adjusting than me.