The past few days have been rough. When I opened that letter, I felt crushed, deflated, demoralized—as if I was lying sprawled out in the middle of Market Street and a Muni train ran right over me. Yesterday at work, a coworker of mine said that he knew I didn't get into a school before even asking because the bags under my eyes were so big and dark. Can anyone relate?
And I worry about Alice. I'm trying to hide the situation from her. If someone calls to talk schools and Alice is in the room, I say that I have to call back or I whisper or I try to use some sort of code. She must have a clue? She must sense the stress? The anguish? That can't be good.
But finally I'm starting to rebuild my strength and I'm feeling ready for private school letters later this week and SFUSD Round II—bring it on! This morning I meet with a representative from Parents for Public Schools. I'm excited about the meeting and I feel lucky that we all have this organization available to us (huge round of applause for Parents for Public Schools). I have a long list of questions for her (thanks so much for the input). I'm also touring Juipero Serra with the principal and another friend who received the same assignment. I'm keeping an open mind and I'm impressed that the principal actually invited me to tour on this blog. I only wish the school had an immersion program; I don't think I can give up on that.
Finally, I want to thank everyone who is contributing to this site and making it an engaging, informative, and supportive place. The SF K Files is about the visitors. I'm so happy for all of you who got into a school. And for those of us who didn't, I'm terribly sorry—and it's time to take a deep breath and soldier on.