This is all over the place

A few months ago, before the Fiendling was born, I emailed Lawmummy asking what she and her husband were considering for school options for their children. At the time they were anticipating sending their girls to a local public school. When I read on her blog that her daughter was interviewing at private schools I started following some of the links and reading some of the archives.

Right around my due date I began to panic about our decision to buy this house. I should preface this by saying that it’s everything either of us want in a house. We both wanted a big house that wasn’t too big. We wanted a house that was old and charming, not new and McMansiony. We wanted a yard with trees and Boyfiend was insistent that we have a garage where he could build things and repair cars. We needed a house in a neighborhood, where we could interact with people and walk places. Our old neighborhood, Fairmount, was perfect in many respects but unfortunately we couldn’t afford a larger house, especially one with a garage. So when we found this house, a beautiful Victorian, with wood floors and crown moulding and leaded glass windows and a second floor parlor with a wood burning stove and a beautiful yard with a detached two car garage in a neighborhood where we can walk to bars, restaurants, the supermarket, coffeeshops, the little Italian bakery, Bob’s Diner, Main Street Manayunk and the Wissahickon, we couldn’t resist. We put in a bid and it was accepted. Then I found out I was pregnant.

Everything sort of happened all at once. I was nauseous and tired and packing and moving and painting and unpacking and then after a short week in the house we went away to the Outer Banks for two weeks and then we were home, here, in our big beautiful house where we planned to raise our first child. Only the house is in the city. And the schools here? Not so hot.

When you live in the city you can either hope your child gets into one of the few good, desirable public schools, send them to Catholic school, or pay lots of money for private school. Catholic schools for me are not an option. I went to Episcopal as a kid and the stigma of being Jewish was too much for me to take by the time I hit fourth grade, so unless it’s a Jewish day school like Akiba, I’d be uncomfortable sending the Fiendling to any school with a religious affiliation. The private schools around here, especially the Quaker schools, are wonderful, but they’re expensive, up to $20,000 a year by high school plus an annual contribution. It’s crazy. And as for the public schools? I worked in Philadelphia public schools and it wasn’t pretty. I know not all of the schools are as a bad as the ones in ghetto North Philly, but frankly it seems risky. And for each of the sweet kids in the neighborhood, there’s a gang of teenage boys spitting and cursing and throwing rocks at Doodlebug’s car window.

I panicked. I spent days researching schools like crazy and trying to figure out if we’d be able to move to the suburbs by the time the Fiendling was school age. If we started him in public school in the city we’d be screwed if we didn’t move soon after, as most of the private schools don’t have openings after pre-kindergarten. It seems ridiculous, but it’s true. Getting your kid into private school is harder then getting them into college these days. Each grade level has just a few openings each year with hundreds of parents fighting to get their kids in. At Episcopal there were only a few “new kids” each year. And Philly schools aren’t terrible in the early elementary years. The balanced literacy program is actually pretty good, but after third grade things get kind of scary. When I taught sixth grade I had a gifted ten-year-old and a sixteen-year-old in the same class. That’s just not safe. But moving? I don’t want to move, I love this house, and Boyfiend really doesn’t want to move. More than anything else he’s against the idea of packing up all of our stuff.

After reading Lawmummy’s posts on Phillyblog I decided I trusted her opinion, so when I learned she was considering the local public school I figured it couldn’t be that bad and basically stopped panicking. But reading about her daughter’s private school interviews made me feel a little less sure of myself. I only have four years if it’s going to be private school, so if we’re going to have another kid, which Boyfiend wants and I’m not so sure about, we’d have to start trying next summer and I’d have to go back work probably before the second child is school-age so we’d have money, which opens up a whole other can of worms.

It’s all a lot to think about, especially since I initially started this post because I wanted to write about my breakfast- frozen Kashi waffles- because somewhere in her archives Kelly wrote that she didn’t understand frozen waffles, and frankly I don’t either. Usually I eat toast and fresh fruit for breakfast during the week (on weekends Boyfiend makes bacon egg and cheese on English muffins for us or sometimes pancakes) but I bought these stupid waffles on a whim months back and they’ve been in my freezer taking up space forever so I decided it was about time for me to eat them. I tried them back when I was pregnant, but they were gross with syrup and butter, so this morning I decided to experiment. I ate the first with apple butter (christ, I made that all the way back in October, it’s about time I ate some) and blueberries and it was surprisingly good. I ate the second with peanut butter, strawberry jelly (made by my father-in-law) with more fresh blueberries and that wasn’t so bad either.