Its a documentary on Showtime.
Not as good as Mail Order Wife but then I don’t think it had the same motivations either.
But it was interesting enough to watch all the way through.
Population under 5 years old in NYC has grown 30% since 2000. That’s a lot of little ones. They had a huge stroller parking lot shot during that stat. Hit home.
Anyway, getting into preschool is a pain. They have counselors that will charge you 4k to give you 6 sessions where they tell you things like college counselors tell you. You need to pick some stretch schools you need some safety schools and the majority of the schools you apply to should be somewhere inbetween.
Parents lie about how many schools they apply to (they apply to a dozen and but they only confess to 5 or 6).
I was actually rooting against a set of parents and their preschool journey. How messed up is that? And yes, they did end up moving to Connecticut or something cause they couldn’t get their kid into the right preschool in the city.
One set of administrators said they could charge 50k a year and still have a waitlist. You only need 20 kids at 50k a year for a million bucks. Surely we can handle 20 kids for 9 months I said to Catherine. She knew that the “we” wasn’t really a “we” and just sighed at me. But we still might quit our day jobs and go into that pre-school counseling thing.
The best part was the ending, where they talk about how kindergarten is 10 times tougher.
Sal got his progress report the other day. One of the sections where he wasn’t purely “Age Appropriate” was “Makes reasonable decisions”. I read that and commented aloud how I was glad I wasn’t getting this report card. The teachers were nice, chuckled, and said that it wasn’t a report card, but was a progress report and that Sal’s progressing nicely. We pay them to say things like that.
One of the things they went out of their way to stress was that we don’t need to rush/pressure Sal so much. That we should enjoy him now and not focus on the “academics” but with playing and experiencing. True Montessori stuff. And it was a good reminder. And I’m glad that my sister will take Sal out to beach adventures and barn dances, even if Sal’s a bit bummed out that there are no farm animals dancing there.
He’s already learning that you can’t trust everything you read.