<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102830389496486898</id><updated>2011-10-02T12:42:45.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfectly Imperfect Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectly-imperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102830389496486898/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectly-imperfect-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11366129984261959686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1102830389496486898.post-1050047003235023001</id><published>2011-08-23T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T11:00:34.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Off To Kindergarden She Gos!</title><content type='html'>Well, I made it- sort of. I keep looking at the clock, 2:45 can't roll around fast enough! She was so excited, and sooo cute! I almost kept her home because she has been sick all weekend but she started feeling better and this morning said she felt perfect. I know it was her first day so she couldn't miss it but I sure was sad to see her go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure about her teacher, her class was the only class out of 6 or 7 that had NOTHING out for the kids to do.&amp;nbsp; They said we could stay from 7:15 to 7:45 and we did but the kids just sat there, in dead silence with nothing to do while she wrote out name tags. I walked around and looked at the other classes the teachers were walking around talking to the kids as they worked on their 1st day coloring pages and played play-do. I was a little frustrated, disappointed I guess that we got the class with the teacher who seemed a bit unprepared. With teaching experience you know as a rule of thumb, you should always be prepared -ESPECIALLY on the 1st day, the kids are looking forward to it and then they come in to nothing, to just sit and stare at each other for 30 minutes. Okay, I need to stop because I'm just making myself more upset. I'm sure (hoping) she will end up being a great teacher and as long as Avery had a great day that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how I use to say I'd love just 5 minutes to myself and here I am with hours to myself and it's killing me. The house is quiet, I can't remember the last time the house was quiet. I have stuff I can do and actually get done but instead I'm just sitting here worrying: Is she okay? Is she having fun? Does she know where the potty is? Who is she sitting by at lunch? Is she feeling okay? Does she miss me? Does she want me to come pick her up and just start homeschooling her, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bree started 7th grade, that's a whole different story but she a first day of school pro so I'm not as worried. Anxious though to see how she likes her teachers and who is in her classes. She was excited becuase this year she got to move "upstairs" at school that's where all the 7th and 8th graders are. However, we found out at schedule pick up that they created a new team because the 7th grade class is so large and her team's classes are all downstairs. Poor thing, she was so excited and now all her friends are upstairs and she's downstairs. I told her it may be for the best, who knows she could end up having the best teachers and meeting great new friends- I can't wait to hear what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, first days after all these years they still give me anxiety! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1102830389496486898-1050047003235023001?l=perfectly-imperfect-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perfectly-imperfect-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1050047003235023001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://perfectly-imperfect-me.blogspot.com/2011/08/and-off-to-kindergarden-she-gos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102830389496486898/posts/default/1050047003235023001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1102830389496486898/posts/default/1050047003235023001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perfectly-imperfect-me.blogspot.com/2011/08/and-off-to-kindergarden-she-gos.html' title='And Off To Kindergarden She Gos!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JR1wtGyGotU/S1XrzAH05GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Oy9yUawYdR4/S220/Av_B-day_260.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
