If You Don’t Ask, You Don’t Get.

I’ve never been one to keep my mouth shut when I don’t wholeheartedly agree with something. When it comes to my children, I’m even worse.

Yes, I’m a card-carrying introvert, but that doesn’t mean that I let shit slide when it really matters.

Some of you may be familiar with the “split class” practice in the school system at the elementary level. If not, the “split class” occurs when there are too many children of one grade to make up one class, so the school decides to create another class with kids from two grades. So for example, one class would be made up of second AND third graders.

Most kids (especially those in the upper grade) hate this.

So do their parents.

At the start of the school year, I found out that my daughter ended up in one of these classes. She was one of about 12 third graders, placed in a class made up of second and third graders.

Did that make sense?

Now…this daughter was particularly sensitive, and all of her best friends were placed in classes with kids of the same age/grade.

On the first day of school, I was waiting to pick up my daughter at her assigned classroom. All of the kids filed out, but my daughter wasn’t one of them.