Applications for kindergarten in New York City public schools were due last Friday. We applied to two schools. Unless we win the lottery for admission to one of the two schools (not impossible, though unlikely), L will be going to our neighborhood school.
There were a few other possibilities that we either decided to skip or just didn’t bother to explore, mainly because I’m tired. For three years, I’ve been schlepping to and from L’s preschool. Whether by foot or by public transportation, the round trip takes more than an hour. I don’t regret the years of commuting — we love the school, and there’s nothing comparable nearby. But I’m done with schlepping.
And so there will be tests, and there will be homework. I’m not in favor of either, especially for very young children. But no matter where we go in the system, there will be tests, and there will be homework. So instead of seeking the elusive perfect school, we decided to go with the school that is nearby (and, it should be said, apparently better than good enough).
After all, no schlepping means more time to do whatever we want.
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