So I visited the Lutheran school today. It immediately became clear that it’s the perfect place for my child. I drive by our public elementary school all the time, and I could never picture my kid there. It looks so… industrial. I mean it’s new and bright but it’s like a factory. Huge, loud, and inhospitable.
But the Lutheran school is so homey, cozy and sweet that Klara will feel right at home. Tiny class sizes, a very sweet, motherly kindergarten teacher, a large playground, tons of old trees around, no highway for miles and miles, no traffic at all.
The school principal went to this school herself back in the sixties. Then her kids went. Now her grandson is there. It’s always a bad sign when teachers don’t want their own kids educated in their school.
The principal wanted to talk about COVID a lot more that she wanted to talk about religion. Every time when I’d go “So Jesus…”, she’s respond with, “yes! And by the way, our COVID protocol on playground time…”
On the positive side, they didn’t close for a single day throughout the pandemic. And their in school transmission has been of exactly zero cases among students or teachers. They have a no-screen policy in the classroom. They have daily Bible lessons and all kids sing in the church choir. A music teacher comes in to teach music. There are art lessons. And it’s half as cheap as the daycare.
In short, it’s perfect. I’m so psyched.
Of course, it’s really weird that I, of all people, suddenly find myself standing in a religious school, asking how they integrate religion into the curriculum. The irony isn’t dead to me! If somebody told me this 10 years ago, I’d laugh hysterically. I’m like a completely different person, and it freaks me out a little but in a very good way.