This dog, Millie, is one of the things I love most about my school. Every Tuesday and Thursday morning, she greets me outside. I am always the first student to arrive.
There was no school last Tuesday because of parent/teacher conferences. There were no surprises, really, for my parents. In the opening minute of the conference, I was described not once but twice as intense. I can be, and no one knows this better than my mom.
When I started at the school in January, I was able to become close friends with the kids in the class who did not easily make friends prior to my arrival. I am loved by all. And I love all of the kids.
It came as no surprise that I am exceptionally bright. I have a more sophisticated level of play than a child of my age normally has. Also, my planning skills are remarkable.
What else?
I have an obvious love of language. I love to read and I notice patterns in language. My conversational skills are well developed. I have a wonderful sense of humor.
The only thing my teachers thought was a drawback is that I don't always like to follow directions. I can and do follow directions but I sometimes disagree if I don't see the point to whatever I am supposed to do. The little known trick around this is to get me to think something is my idea. I can sure bark out directions!
It will be a sad day tomorrow when I have to say goodbye to my beloved teachers. I cried for an entire hour when I got home from school on Tuesday.
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