Tag Archives: School

Fifth Grade

Sage embarked on his career as a fifth grader last week. I’d been hoping for another cute and cuddly year before he hits the dreaded Middle School, but he’s clearly preparing himself to be a teenager–at least judging by his “First Day of Fifth Grade” picture. On the bright side, if the school ever offers […]

Last Day of Fourth Grade

June 6 was Sage’s last day as a fourth grader, and I admit I’m already feeling nostalgic. Ever since I tutored my first fourth grader, I’ve considered this grade to be the Gold Standard of Childhood: Fourth graders are old enough to be interesting and somewhat independent, but they’re not (for the most part) jerks. […]

Sage’s Day of Artistic Triumph

Sage is a boy of  many talents, and he got to show some of them off at his school’s Spring Arts Festival. Of course, he played recorder along with his class on their group songs, but he also stepped into the spotlight. After playing a duet with one of his best friends, he performed the […]

Sage’s First Day of Fourth Grade

This week, Sage began his career as a fourth grader. His replies to me were terse as I dropped him off lest a classmate overhear me saying something embarrassing like “I love you, Big Boy.” (I do concede I need to train myself out of using this nickname, which developed around the time he finally […]

The Siren Song of Freedom

Sage recently celebrated his last day of third grade. Although I was a little choked up by the thought of his growing up so fast, he clearly wasn’t. For him, the Siren Song of Freedom played as a brisk and boisterous march. The tune might change mid-summer; if history is any guide, he’ll be ready […]

Getting to the first day of first grade: A photographic odyssey

THE ARTIST IN PRISON, THE CHICKEN IN BED

Yesterday marked a doleful First: the arrival of Sage’s first green slip from school. I’d grown complacent in the absence of these ominous little papers, but now I have official documentation of my son’s delinquency. His transgression wasn’t quite worthy of a trip to the principal, but it was clearly obnoxious; his teacher’s hastily scrawled […]