Yesterday, we received a hand signed letter from Olentangy Local Schools denying our request for Hattie to attend preschool at Wyandot Run. To say the least we are deeply embarrassed. We know that Hattie is 2 years younger than the required age but we just assumed that they would see her promise and actively pursue her as a candidate.
Her bright intellect along with her winning smile would have made a fine addition to their classroom. Alas it is not to be. I can only reflect on the possibility that this may not be her last rejection letter. Where have we failed as parents? Will she get into college? We are relieved in the end that we did not tell her of our request to send her to Olentangy’s preschool. At least she is not aware that she fell so very short.
Alright, maybe I have spent too many years listening to British colloquialisms (Thanks Sally) or maybe I have spent too many years thinking about my Irish heritage. The truth is that I just love listening to the pattern of speech in other countries and the Brits have a way of describing things that just make me smile.
