Sydney cried on the way to her class this morning. A great way to start the second day of school. She had a no-good, really bad day yesterday, and didn't want to go back. I hung around until after the bell rang - she looked like she was okay when I left. But I felt terrible.
Yesterday her teacher was mean (to other kids, not really to her, I noticed this as I was dropping Sydney off - I guess not so much mean, as gruff and not welcoming) Sydney felt like she didn't know what was going on - couldn't read her teacher's writing, and had a hard time understanding what she was saying. Then there was a bully at recess (a big girl) who wouldn't let her play on the jungle gym. And Sydney was the only person in her class to have cold lunch so she had to sit ALONE. Poor Syd. I hope today is better.
On the other hand, Emily's teacher is the cutest little Japenese teacher ever. When Emily came in, she said "oh, you must be Emily! So nice to meet you!" and helped Emily find her seat, then invited me to visit with her after school. Her classroom is really cute, and Emily had a fun time. After school Ms. Yamauchi just gushed about how smart Emily is and how well she focused... How can you not love a teacher like that?
Hannah made it home on the bus and had a good day, too. Yesterday was all orientation, so today is her first day of going to her classes. There is a little problem with her schedule, but hopefully we'll get that worked out this week.
The funniest part about going to school here is the stroller gang. The children are not allowed to walk to school alone unless they are 10 years old. I think most of the children who go to our school all live within a few blocks of the school, so there are mom's pushing strollers in a parade all along the one road to the school. Double strollers, wagons, umbrella strollers, jogging strollers, even a triple jogging stroller! The crossing guards are all big army guys (+ one girl) in uniform, who step out into the road to stop the traffic for the kids. And they are still there for the mom's with strollers on the way back home. It is a little embarrassing!