Two weeks ago, I called my first pick for Baby C’s preschool to have them send me a brochure and application, Now,when I initially called before the baby was born, the Adnissions Director told me that I could submit an application for him at that moment. I digested that piece of information and filed it away for future knowledge. Sure enough, when I called, she had already received a number of applications for his class (mind you, he won’t start preschool until the 2010/2011 school year),
So, with the new school year upon us, I figure I need to get to work on Baby C’s application for enrollment, which includes an essay to be completed by yours truly. Thank God they’re not asking Baby C to write it. As prolific a writer as I like to say he is to those who look at his baby books, he truthfully hasn’t really mastered the whole word-formation concept yet. Shocking, I know.
The topic of my essay is quite simple: Tell us what you want a college preparatory education to offer your child. But my hang up right now, as it almost always is when writing papers or essays, is where to begin. (A list! Lists are always great for essays!) And, of course, this is a very important essay, as I’ve determined that it’s easier to get into college than into a private preschool.
No pressure, or anything.
Baby C won’t need to take a test to get into Pre-K3 at this school, but he’ll need to take tests at the end of each school year to matriculate to the next grade. So, I told Cute Husband, once we get him into the school, he’s guaranteed a spot through his Senior year of high school unless he gets kicked out.
I’m watching him sleep, sprawled out in my arms, and I’m wondering if he will ever thank me for any of this. I hope so, even if it’s not for another 30 years.
I don’t think private school admissions were this grueling when I was a kid. Well, I know 7th grade was more difficult (we had to take a pretty rigorous entrance exam), and high school probably would have been, too, if I didn’t start at the junior high level, but I don’t remember my preschool being so impacted. I’ll have to ask my mother about this. But, of course, private school wouldn’t even be up for consideration if, like my sister’s family, we lived in a county with awesome public schools. Granted, we’d pay for it in property taxes, but still.
At least my niece didn’t have to write an essay to get into Kindergarten.