School

     Our school is great. My husband and I love it. It's small and intense at times and everyone whose kids attend it has strong feelings about it. The reality of a tiny, old school in these times of no money and big apathy is rare. We know that we are getting away with something so we guard it and try not to take it for granted. We have a varied population of students from millionaire's children to regular folk. Also the teacher and staff profile has been broad but with some real gems. And I mean that sincerely. They are caring people and it shows. They might ride to school on their bicycle or teach your kids the lyrics to a favourite Beatles song. Maybe they let you know how much they appreciate your child's compliments (especially since you've been working on the power of positive thinking with her). Maybe they take the time to write a hand made card to your child telling her how well she did today. Maybe they just wave to you across the parking lot when you weren't expecting it. It all adds depth to your experience as a parent and a person and makes you glad to be here. When I see kids at our school picking up garbage together in the playground or taking turns skipping, helping each other sew the trim on their Christmas stocking or hugging after a 3 day weekend, I know we are in the right place. It's not perfect, but sometimes it is.