Here's how the preschool thing worked for me, and for most parents I
hang with (and for what it's worth I live in a Rust Belt city where
the public schools are, in a word, wanting) :
• Realize the nice college girls who'd been providing my childcare would be going home for the summer soon.
• Idly Google Montessori schools. Despair at the cost.
•
Hear a mom at drop-in playtime mention a Montessori I hadn’t heard of
that wouldn’t require me to actually sell my firstborn to finance her
attendance.
• Visit, like the happy kids and nice crunchy
teacher. Kid likes the bean table (a sand table filled with beans). Get
on waiting list.
• Get call there was space available. Send my check.
•
Lather, rinse, repeat when she was done with the toddler program and
we decided to keep her at the same place for preschool.
That's pretty much par for the course here, unless you're wayyyy too anal about academics for three-year-olds.
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