So we drove to the east end to get bagels this morning, as we often do on Saturdays (and I again pose the eternal question: why can't a person get a good bagel on this end of town?) While we were out there, Mr. Twinkle had the bright idea to drive past a certain school that I toured this week and loved.
The location is horrible for us, but the school is adorable and perfect for A. It's a montessori school with a brand new building. It has huge, bright classrooms and a fenced area out back with lots of trees for climbing. Each class has a garden where they grow flowers, or food to feed their class pets. There are daily violin lessons. The kids have weekly assignment lists that they are responsible for completing, but they figure out on their own how and when to get it all done. Every classroom has a peace corner for calming down (which would totally benefit A). If you want a snack, you go get one (homemade by the teachers), and then you wash your own plate and put it away. The girl who gave me the tour had a baby strapped to her, as I did, and didn't think twice about whipping out a boob in front of me--which I am totally down with. She also made a seamless transition from eight years of montessori into a normal public high school and on to a successful college experience (this is one of Mr. Twinkle's concerns).
Best of all, we can write a check for our spot in the first grade today (unlike the adorably tiny montessori school in the Highlands, where you can't get in if you don't do kindergarten there), and not have to deal with the whole daunting public school selection process. Built-in bonus: this is totally going to piss off Fun Sink.
So I loved it and have been talking it up all week. We won't decide for sure until we tour a few more places, but we've filled out our application and written a check to reserve our spot. I've been talking about how awesome it is and what a great fit for A it will be--and I do believe it will be. Mr. Twinks wanted to drive by after breakfast. We approached the pretty new building where the school is housed. It's a nice building with columns and classical proportions. As we got closer, we saw a few people milling around out front, around some tables that were set up.
They were having a yard sale. As a fundraiser. And it looked like something akin to the infamous five dollar bag sale from BloomingDeals days.
Now, this doesn't bother me, because I can look at it and know it was a half-baked scheme cooked up by some crunchy montessori mom. And as a sustainer in the Junior League, I know I could go in there and whip that fundraiser into shape, if I wanted to. Which don't. (I only get involved in volunteer endeavors if there's wine at the meetings, so without knowing about the wine situation I can't commit to any involvement). But it did not make a good impression on Mr. Twinkle. I mean, of all times for us to drive up there! I seriously cannot believe he had to witness that sorry spectacle. Now he's all worried about how financially sound this school can possibly be, if its fundraiser consisted of a five dollar bag sale.
I'm not worried--I know he'll love it when he tours it. But they could not have picked a worse time to have their five dollar bag sale.
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