Isaac Academically

I may have missed the first years of Isaac's life, but I have been here every single day since he started school. We seemed to get incredible teachers every other year (so far). Kindergarten was amazing for Isaac. His teacher that year really understood him. He really blossomed that year. She even tried to send him to a first grade class for reading time, but he's not good with change and he wasn't mature enough to handle it. When that didn't work out she sought out higher level text books not just reading, but whatever he needed (math and science, etc)

I knew she was special, but I had no idea how much I'd miss her. He spent a summer doing nothing while I incubated Riley. When he went into to first grade he was excited, but within weeks he was completely discouraged. I'm not sure what kind of educator this woman was any other year, but this happened to be a difficult one for her. She was overwhelmed by a large number of below average performers. She didn't have the time or energy to deal with an academically advanced kid like Isaac and his high energy and volatile emotions didn't endear either. When I went for a parent teacher conference with a newborn in tow his teacher became teary eyed at our suggestions for engaging Isaac. They were reasonable suggestions and most of them volunteered extra participation from us. It was obvious to me, but when she started going to regular doctors appointments it was confirmed. She gave birth the over the summer.

I was terrified our bright boy was already burned out on academia at 7yrs old. We sent him to science camp were he had nary a one behavioral issue. Instead of looking forward to school starting he was understandably anxious (as was I). When we went to meet his teacher before the first day of school a steady stream of former students was flooding in with hugs and greetings. It was a good sign. She had a system for everything, her classroom was all bright colors and positive reinforcement. She was wonderful. It was sad when the year ended.

It was off to a different summer science program that summer. We'd moved a month before school ended and Isaac was equal parts thrilled and completely terrified at the prospect of starting a new school. Third grade, the beginning of the big leagues. I was thrilled that he'd have two teachers (science/math and language arts), but even more thrilled by the teachers themselves. They were interesting, engaging and very willing to hear from us. He's had a good year for the most part. He's had some early pre-adolescent angst, but he finished the first half of the year with straight As (Principal's List) and Perfect attendance!