After moving to La Mesa, Aaron and I thought about enrolling the kids in our local school but after much thought we couldn't do it. We love their school.
I love that I know the name of every single kid I see on the playground. I love that the 5th grade girls have the tendency to braid Amelia's hair and tell me who their crushes are. I love that Jacob was allowed to get half way through the 5th grade math book when his teacher realized that the 4th grade one was too easy and that Andrew's teacher gave his grade lots of projects to do this year because he realized that is where their strength is, and that Amelia woke up everyday excited to go to school. I like that if I don't feel like driving all the way back home to La Mesa after dropping the kids off at school I can stop by our principals house to have a midday margarita with his wife who is the most hilarious and inappropriate woman I have ever met.
My kids school is like a little bubble--a fifties time warp of good manners, morals, and old fashion community love. Last weekend was the 8th grade graduation ceremony and I actually cried because I will miss those kids and I have loved seeing them mature and grow. My favorite 8th grader whose is moving to Arizona, stopped Andrew and Jacob when we were leaving a graduation party to give them a hug and to tell them how much he was going to miss them. It's moments like those where I realize how lucky we are to have them in such a tiny school. As much as I complain about having to pay tution and the traffic we sit in to get there, in the end I know that it is worth it and I know that they will look back on there elementary school days with some pretty awesome memories.
P.S. My camera got wet during the end of school water ballon toss. That is why the pics are hazy.
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