The kids started at their new schools this week - Brittany at the Elementary school and Madison and Stuart next door at the Middle/High school. They are finding it different from what they are used to, but seem to be settling in. They all ride the same bus - a charter bus - or coach as they call it here. The bus stop is at the end of the village next to us, so we have to drive them and pick them up every day. We don't mind however, since the base is a half hour drive from our house.
The schools are much smaller than what they are used to. There is about one class for each grade at the elementary school and the middle/high school is very small. I don't know how many students are in the middle school part, but the high school has about 400 students total. Last year's graduating class had 25 :) That being said though, we are finding some very positive things that come with being in a small school.
They have a good offering of honors/AP classes and since the classes tend to be smaller, the students don't get lost in the crowd. The teachers can adapt to each student's needs and pay attention if they aren't doing their best work. When we met with the school counselor to set up schedules, she ended up spending
an hour!! with us to try to work out the best schedule for Stuart. The principal even took the time to come in for a few minutes. The counselor and principal had some excellent suggestions to help Stuart get ready for a career as an aerospace engineer at NASA. They suggested some classes we hadn't considered before that would be helpful in getting a scholarship. All in all we were very pleased.
I do have to say though, that I'm finding the adjustment back into military life a bit interesting. The first day of school it was MANDATORY that both Ken and I be there most of the day (it was like a back to school night). That is something I always go to anyway, but somehow being told that it is mandatory brings out the rebellious side in me :) Everywhere we go, something is mandatory. I'm getting really tired of that word.
Enough complaining. Life is good. We are enjoying it here. We like our ward and are making friends. We miss our friends back home terribly, but know we are supposed to be here, for whatever reason.