No more teacher’s dirty looks …

Last day of school today for Kitten. Actually, yesterday was — she’s on a Monday/Wednesday schedule (two days a week are what’s paid for by her Special Ed situation), though her class is a Monday/Wednesday/Thursday one. The teacher, Miss Kim, let her attend today, since it was the last day of the school year, and they were having a party and a mini-petting zoo and the like.

Great fun. The classrooms at the Village are all color-coded (as opposed to numbered, and the hallways have big colored flags outside the doors to make it easy to find the rooms). Katherine’s in Orange Room, and Miss Kim got all the kids orange tie-dyed t-shirts.

Kitten also got to say good-bye (though she doesn’t realize it) to Miss Debbie, her speech therapist. She’s retiring this year, which is a real shame, because she was doing great with Katherine. Kitten still has significant speech glitches (and she knows it), but (I am told, since I’m too close to hear it) she’s improved quite a bit over the last several months.

Looking at this post, I wonder when teachers went to being addressed (even with titles) by first names. When I was in elementary school, the teachers who handed out our clay tablets and writing sticks were all addressed by last names — Mrs. Foth, Mrs. Mummy, Mrs. Sullivan, Mrs. Bogoshian, Mr. Clifton, Mr. Mays … Harumph. Kids these days …

(Of course, I referred to all of my parents’ friends by their last names, too, while Kitten is invited to call them all by first names — sometimes with “Uncle” or “Aunt” as the prefix. So it goes.)

She has next week off, then the following week her summer school schedule starts — two full days a week, I believe, Monday and Thursdays in the Rainbow Room. Then in the fall she goes in with a three-half-day schedule (with us ponying up for the third day, but it will be worth it). Slowly but surely our own schedule gets subsumed by hers …