Amelia goes to a Montessori school where she's in a class with 3-6 year olds. At any given time in class, there are children quietly working away on math, art, history, geography, napping, reading, eating snack. They work on an individual rug that is about the size of your standard outside door mat. After they finish each work, they take it back to the shelf they picked it out from and go get another work to set on their mats. They stay away from each other's mats, or work together on a project. It's all very quiet and very productive.
There are "works" available for each stage of development, and the children choose what they work on. Amelia has been fascinated with being one of the kindergarteners since she saw them graduate on stage last year. In her class, she can actually do kinder work if she chooses it.
Tonight they had a meeting for parents of rising kindergarteners for questions, and I found out that while she could choose the work now, she hasn't been. She has stuck with the work that is the precurser for the more advanced work. When I asked her why she hasn't tried something new, she told me that it was for the kindergarteners, not her! I had no idea that she got that idea in her head.
So on the way home tonight, I told her the meeting was to tell us that she could now do all the kindergartener's work and you would have thought I handed her the best present ever. She was so excited and wanted to turn around and go back to school to do her work. At home, she was jumping around and telling Grandma all about being able to do that more advanced work now. I'm excited to see what happens with her. I can't believe she was holding herself back!
On another (food related) note... I made a griddled sandwich for dinner tonight using Rudi's Rosemary bread. Sliced a bunch of brisket I had made and frozen in chunks a while back, layered it on the sandwich with some horseradish cheddar and horseradish sauce and griddled the whole thing. It was so good! I had some Frogmore Stew for lunch. All of this is still eating out of my freezer and pantry. I have a long way to go to empty out all of it.
Oh, you hate your job? Why didn’t you say so? There’s a support group for that. It’s called everybody, and they meet at the bar.”