I’ve already gotten used to my new school. There are a lot of things that are different, but nothing that is bad. I am part of a class of 20, and I kind of like it. We are given a lot of responsibility and also freedom. The nice part is that also creates structure, which I like a lot. My previous school was much smaller and we had a lot more one-on-one time with the teachers, which was great for me when I was younger, but now I think I need more space to work things out on my own and with the support of my teachers after I process some things first.
Since the school is much closer, there is not as much of a rush to get to school in the morning, and since Daddy has a flexible schedule, we don’t have to worry about him missing a train or anything. I quite like our mornings now.
Some days I wake up with a lot of energy and just feel like laughing and moving.
Some days it takes me a little longer to fully wake up and get ready, but I still do what I have to do…eventually.
I walk all the way to school on my own two feet, chatting with Mommy and Daddy on the way. When we get to school I change my shoes, put away my things, and then join the other kids in class. There are some kids who are crying and calling for their Mommy. Some kids cling to their parents. Some kids waste time to get a few extra seconds before their parents leave. I don’t do any of those things. I get big hugs from Mommy and Daddy, loving words of encouragement, then I eagerly join the rest of the kids in class. Even though I may be slow to get started some mornings, I pretty much always walk into school with a smile on my face and looking forward to the day ahead.