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Tuesday – The Education Rabbit Hole
Sep. 7th, 2010 01:04 pm.
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On Friday my husband and I met with my son’s teachers and principal to discuss the “problems they have observed” since he started school two weeks ago. I was expecting the meeting to take place in the principal’s office, but instead we met in my son’s classroom and sat at one of the six-sided tables the children gather around to learn at. The fact that 5 adults were sitting at a table on chairs made for 5 year olds added an air of levity and surrealality to the whole thing, which I kind of liked. The principal, Theresa, is easily as tall as my husband (about 6 feet), so there was an Alice-In-Wonderland air to the whole thing, like they had both eaten from the cake labeled “Eat Me” and had grown too large for their surroundings. Down here at 5 feet tall, I am embarrassed to admit the little chair and short table were not all really too small for me at all.
( We're all mad here. )
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On Friday my husband and I met with my son’s teachers and principal to discuss the “problems they have observed” since he started school two weeks ago. I was expecting the meeting to take place in the principal’s office, but instead we met in my son’s classroom and sat at one of the six-sided tables the children gather around to learn at. The fact that 5 adults were sitting at a table on chairs made for 5 year olds added an air of levity and surrealality to the whole thing, which I kind of liked. The principal, Theresa, is easily as tall as my husband (about 6 feet), so there was an Alice-In-Wonderland air to the whole thing, like they had both eaten from the cake labeled “Eat Me” and had grown too large for their surroundings. Down here at 5 feet tall, I am embarrassed to admit the little chair and short table were not all really too small for me at all.
( We're all mad here. )
