A certain somebody in our household has been itching to start her kindergarten career. This began with the once a day questioning of when we are going to our new school, to the 'why do all kids wear uniforms' questions, to the 'I WANT SCHOOL TO START'. to the waking up on her own, an hour before time is called, teeth brushed, hair combed...and I present to you, Chloe Alto, our kindergartener.
First day of school (well, first HALF day) began with the MTA bus, in which we bumped into a fellow new Brearley kindergartener. Then of course, is the to-be-expected crowd of parents with their professional digital SLR's in front of the Brearley doors. The girls, after a dry run on the previous day's orientation, knew exactly where they were going, and were greeted by name tags which they had created. Parents were reluctantly shut out of the classrooms and patiently waited in the assembly hall where coffee was served. (Or, in my case, I ran home to fix a lunch for Chloe) An after school picnic awaited at the neighboring Carl Schurz Park, where all ice was broken in the 90 degree heat.
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