Saturday, April 11, 2009
Tiny glimmer of hope update
This will be quick. The Dean met with the Director of the Child Study Center, and we MAY have a shot at a one year extenion to seek out more permanent funding. This is far better news than earlier last week. Keep those fingers crosse!
Friday, April 10, 2009
When did I become a PTA mom
(first a note. Have some patience with me. I intend to be one of those spectacular bloggers. Sort of like how I always wanted to be one of those girls that journaled. Great ambition, terrible follow-through.)
Two weeks ago, the head teacher at Koda's preK looked grim as he motioned a group of parents rushing to drop off their kids into the observation room. I suddenly felt like I was being hauled off to the principals office in fifth grade. What could it be? Ninja shannigans on the playground? Did a parent sneak in cupcakes? Did we forget- again- to send in the required boots for mud season on the playground?
His look quickly became that of a much older, much more exhausted man. With difficulty, he told us the center may very well be closing. With budget cuts at the University looming, they had told him the day prior the center could not continue to be funded.
At first, shock. Really? This is the lab school for the psychology department. This center serves families who might not otherwise afford preK- particularly our grad students. Really?
Really. In a matter of 24 hours I became a PTA mom. I've written letters to the Dean, the Provost, contacted media, committed a donation, created a facebook group, and tried to think of every way to help.
Two weeks ago I would have told you I was not yet that mini-van PTA mom (ok, so I had the mini-van, but you get my point). I was still "young". Right? Nope. I'm expecting anytime to be that embarassing mom on the picket line for my children.
It's official. I'm "that" mom.
Two weeks ago, the head teacher at Koda's preK looked grim as he motioned a group of parents rushing to drop off their kids into the observation room. I suddenly felt like I was being hauled off to the principals office in fifth grade. What could it be? Ninja shannigans on the playground? Did a parent sneak in cupcakes? Did we forget- again- to send in the required boots for mud season on the playground?
His look quickly became that of a much older, much more exhausted man. With difficulty, he told us the center may very well be closing. With budget cuts at the University looming, they had told him the day prior the center could not continue to be funded.
At first, shock. Really? This is the lab school for the psychology department. This center serves families who might not otherwise afford preK- particularly our grad students. Really?
Really. In a matter of 24 hours I became a PTA mom. I've written letters to the Dean, the Provost, contacted media, committed a donation, created a facebook group, and tried to think of every way to help.
Two weeks ago I would have told you I was not yet that mini-van PTA mom (ok, so I had the mini-van, but you get my point). I was still "young". Right? Nope. I'm expecting anytime to be that embarassing mom on the picket line for my children.
It's official. I'm "that" mom.
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