When Jenna was three, we would walk hand in hand over to the public school twice a week for a preschool class that was offered. At age four she went for four days. At age five we enrolled her in kindergarten. All day kindergarten to be exact. We were also in year round school.
I would volunteer in the class room once a week. We were both happy. She loved learning. I loved her teachers. I never had any reason to look into another school.
Her preschool teacher was great. She loved those she taught. And Jenna was forever learning – and socializing. Jenna was quite popular in her class. Holding hands with Paul the first day of school. Soaking things in like a sponge.
Her kindergarten teacher was amazing. She could teach every child at his or her own level without taking away from another. Jenna was assigned to a group with two other girls; they were the top three students in the class.
She would bring home a packet each day and we would work on the assignments and she would get credit each day for each assignment. Jenna LOVED school. To her, there wasn’t much that was more important than school.
Having Jenna love school was so awesome. It was never a struggle having to get her up. She was always up and ready and eager to go. The few times I kept her home due to illness, she cried. I would still continue to educate her and we would have a session at home.
I love that Jenna loves to learn.