My kids are my treasures and sending one out into this messed up world ain't fun.
Then don't. Send them to a parochial school instead.
We had a wonderful first-day at St. Paul Lutheran Schools. It all went entirely smoothly this year.
288 kids and the teachers got them settled in and learning within just the first few minutes. I'm always amazed at the professionalism and abilities of our staff to pull order out of chaos like that.
The kids are great. It's the parents who are generally the problem. We only had one prima dona mother this year (she wanted her little Einstein four-year-old in Kindergarten instead of pre-school. "She's way ahead of her peers." I'm sure she is, but we don't do that. Sorry.) The little girl, by the way, is loving four-year-old preschool.
I walked around the school about an hour into the morning and saw 14 kindergarteners sitting in a circle gluing glitter to drawings they'd done and I, "wow, glitter and glue within the first hour... that's brave. These women are professionals."
Today was a major event: The handing off of the flag. The third graders are in charge of the flag. They raise it every morning. They lower it every afternoon. But, for the first few days of school, the fourth graders, last year's third graders, handle the flag while teaching the third graders the drills. Today, the fourth graders handed the flag to the third graders. Aside from patriotism, this teaches the fourth graders to pass responsibility and the third graders to respect responsibility and to accept it.