A Day In The Life of The Haiti Lady: Kindergarten

Saturday, April 21, 2007

Kindergarten

Thursday was a great day for Kai Ceus. He went to he school and got officially registered as a Kindergartner for this next year. Unfortunately, he wants to go to school TOMORROW, not next year. hehe
He did well on his E.L.L. test, but we will have to wait until he begins school to see where he falls in line as to if he will qualify for Extended Kdg. E.L.L. is English Language Learners...kids who do not speak English as their first language. Since Kai spent 5.5 years as a Creole speaker he had to take a test to see how well he comprehends. The teacher felt he would not have any issues and that he seemed to understand more than he could speak which I know is common for this stage of his being home. Once school starts, they see how all of the non-English as well as English first students fair on their tests. If he is 'low' enough, they will put him in all day Kdg. I can honestly say, I would be surprised if he made it and if he did, how long he would qualify...he is a pretty smart cookie.
Nikaya is considering starting Kdg as well, but they wouldn't take her...much to HER disbelief. hehe She got the papers and sat down and was coloring and told them "me ale coo bus" (me go school bus) they just laughed. I think she was a little ticked they didn't take her seriously.
I will enjoy my alone time with my last kidlet once the others are off to school again. YES, I said LAST KIDLET. Unless the good Lord drops some major change in the ole lap, we will be done....

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We Are Responsible

We are responsible for children who put chocolate fingers everywhere,
who like to be tickled,
who stomp in puddles and ruin their pants,
who sneak Popsicles before supper,
who erase holes in math workbooks,
who can never find their shoes.
And we are responsible for those who stare at photographers from behind barbed wires,
who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers, who never "counted potatoes",
who are born in places we wouldn't be caught dead,
who never got to the circus,
who live in an x-rated world.
We are responsible for children
who give us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
who sleep with the dog and bury goldfish,
who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money,
who cover themselves with Band-Aids and sing off-key,
who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink,
who slurp their soup.
And we are responsible for those who never get dessert,
who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
who watch their parents watch them die,
who can't find any bread to steal,
who don't have any rooms to clean up,
whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
whose monsters are real.
We are responsible for children who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
who like ghost stories,
who shove dirty clothes under the bed ,
and never rinse the tub,
who get visits from the tooth fairy,
who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool,
who squirm in church and scream in the phone,
whose tears we sometimes laugh at and
whose smiles can make us cry.
And we are responsible for those whose nightmares come in the daytime,
who will eat anything,
who have never seen a dentist,
who aren't spoiled by anybody,
who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
who live and move, but have no being.
We are responsible for children who want to be carried, and for those who must be...
For those we never give up on,
and for those who don't get a second chance.
For those we smother... and for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.
~Ina Hughes