Last week, we met with three teachers at Connery's school to try to figure out what to do with him. His kindergarten teacher was pretty sure that he needed more of a challenge. The second grade teacher who has been allowing him to come to her class for reading instruction was pretty sure that he had missed too much of the school's very specific vocabulary on spelling and reading to make the reading class useful. And the first grade teacher--who was in fact the teacher we hand-picked for Connery last spring, until she moved to a first grade classroom--was pretty sure she could make him feel both comfortable and challenged if we put him in her room. So starting today, Connery is a first grader.
I'm still boggling a little to have had a kindergartener come home last week and a first grader this week. I hope it's the right choice. He was excited about the prospect, and that was our final determining factor. I'm sure in 11 years when we still don't have a college fund ready that we'll wish we had another year.