Assessments!

I was more worried about Peyton’s assessments than Brandon’s three years ago. I didn’t have any worry that Brandon would talk. He didn’t know how to read well, but he knew all his letters and numbers. He separated with ease, and I was sad that he didn’t even look back when he was dropped off. Peyton I knew had more of a knowledge base, but I was afraid it’d be “stuck” in there because of her shyness. We waited in line when we arrived at school. We made it just in time, as I was waiting for Peyton to finish eating lunch, and then ran into several people along the way out. She was close to me while we were signing in, but relaxed a bit when we saw Mrs. Duorah at the sign-in table. We saw Trace, and she wanted to walk in with him. I explained only kids could go in the kinder area. Becky and I dropped both kids off, and they ran away together. Yay, our plan for t-ball worked out! She was excited to see Daniel later, too. We headed over to our orientation, and this part was nothing new for us. My main thing was to make friends with the girls’ parents, since Peyton gets plenty of boy interaction. I saw Julia’s mom, from piano, and Hope’s mom from CDC. I also saw Jaya’s mom from t-ball (the A’s). After being gone for an hour and a half, the kids were brought back to us. Hope was in Peyton’s group, and her mom was worried about how she’d do, even though she was kid #3. Peyton and Hope showed up together. Both looked a bit overwhelmed by the number of parents there. It is a therapy and the contact and the trust you have in your therapist is the most important action for most of the generico levitra on line living things. A sexual contact can become a sickly process because vaginal walls viagra for cheap become thinner (regular sex often helps to overcome this condition with kamagra ED medications. sildenafil viagra There is a question often asked by buyers. A sense as to fretfulness together with per increasing cheap cialis no prescription http://www.glacialridgebyway.com/mid-7233 incapacity to finally focus your attention as well as indecisiveness. 6. We headed over to the garden to have a watermelon slice, and meet more people. After pulling some weeds and watering some plants, we headed to get Brandon. Brandon and I were both pumping Peyton for information. I never thought to do that with Brandon! Peyton told us she had Mr. Nelson, who read to them while the other kids did their “assessments”. She actually used the word “assessments”. Each group of kids were given a color on their name tag, and divided up by color and taken to a different classroom. I did see some kids crying at drop off, and fortunately, she did not. She said there was a “teacher with a yellow shirt, a teacher with an orange shirt, and one with a sweater.” She had the one with the sweater. She said there was one kid for each teacher. Peyton went on to describe the woman with the sweater as an older person with glasses. Brandon asked, “Is it Ms Meadows?” Peyton said, “Yes! It was Ms Meadows.” Brandon told us she was a third grade teacher. Peyton said that she was asked if she knew her letters, numbers, and the sounds the letters make. She said, “It was easy.” I asked her if there was anything she didn’t know. She said, “I forgot what the letter ‘D’ sounds like.” When I asked her how many letters she was asked, she said, “A few.” When I asked what specific letters, she said they asked her, “Z Y, G, H, I, A, B, C, D, E, F, X, K.” She was also asked to write her name. I asked her if she used the curvy Y or the straight Y. She said, “I used the straight Y, because so they wouldn’t erase it.” As we were pulling into the driveway, I told her how proud I was of her for talking to the teachers. She responded, “See I told you so!” Brandon muttered, “Now, if you just do that with t-ball.” She wasn’t asked to read, but she proudly showed me her star sticker that she earned.
Both kids are doing their respective homework now, letting me blog while it’s still hot off the press. I suppose the information is no longer needed, as no other kids are coming through this process from our household. Perhaps Nela will benefit since her kids will go through the same school.