The second first day was Monday.
He has to wear a uniform now. His school day is actually slightly longer.
I was really nervous. He seemed fine.
The principal's wife emailed me the night before and said they were excited to have him. The president of the PTO called me the next morning and talked me into coaching an Odyssey of the Mind team. Remember how well that went last time? Remember how I was rejoicing at not having a regular volunteer position in either classroom this year? My desire to be liked knows no limits and has no common sense. But hey--I was about to home school to get out of that last situation. A few afternoons and one long Saturday in exchange for my day time freedom seems like a decent trade.
(I will complain about it often and loudly, though.)
When I picked him up and asked how his day was, he said, "Fun. It was good, and fun."
It's easier to get information from jail house snitches and prisoners of war than from my kids about their school day.
I met his teacher in the car rider line and she said he did great, that she enjoyed having him, and with a wow-type look on her face, added, "He is great at math!" I found that particularly interesting since they're doing the same math but in a different style (can I go on record as saying every math "style" is stupid?) and since she has no idea why we switched to this school. He was beaming.
I eventually extracted more information from him, and in reviewing his homework was impressed to find a long-term social studies project where they came up with a personal research timeline and signed a contract stating that they understood the professionalism and effort expected. This kind of stuff is worth the hassle, not a mountain of math work sheets.
Today was day two and he seems so happy and relieved. He says he has no doubt that it was the right move.
I'm glad too. Except for the volunteering and stuff.