Geetle started school on Monday.  She was very excited.  She picked out a special outfit and left her shoes by the door.  We packed her backpack and hung it on the door knob.  She was very in to the whole first day experience, even though its not her real first day of preschool, she has a year under her belt already. 

Truthfully, she has been getting ready all summer.  She waves to her school when we drive by.  She lobbied all summer for me to let her switch sessions so that she can be in Matthew’s class.   She saw her bus driver a local restaurant a few weeks ago and nearly plotzed.  Her pre-school does not ask for school supplies at the beginning of a session, but Pookie’s does. I had taken the kids to the store to get Pookie’s supplies the other day; he starts school next week.  While we were picking out the supplies, she very solemnly asks me “Did Ms. Sophia send a list of things for me to buy?”  aaawwwww!  No, Ms Sophia didn’t, but I could not tell her that.  So, I lied.  I said yes.  I forgot the list at home, but Ms Sophia said to bring markers, crayons, scissors and glue.  Geetle bounced up and down the aisle picking out her things.  We packed them up Sunday night.  On Monday I snuck a note in her backpack asking Ms Sophia to take the supplies as a donation, because it was very important to Geetle. 

When the bus came on Monday, she jumped right inside and said hello to Mr. Scott, the driver.  Some of the kids on the bus looked new, some I remembered from last year.  I got a huge wave as the bus pulled away. 

When she came back home, she said it was the same school, nothing new.  But the more we talked about it, the more she realized that some of the kids were new and that Ms. Sophia had reorganized all the learning centers over the summer.  And Sunny the Hamster looked bigger. 

I am glad she likes school.  It has been really good for her.  She has learned alot, academically and socially.  Plus, she likes to “be” and to “go”.  Going to school is her “thing”, just like BAGD and I go to work.  She likes having her own world and her own thing to do.  She is very grown up.