Wednesday, April 23, 2014

No Dual Language

Her number didn't make the cut. In fact, she was one of the last numbers picked. So no hope of even the wait list.

Deflated. Defeated. Disappointed. :(

I totally wish I was one of those crazy moms that would bust into their offices all irate and yell, curse and scream that they were robbing my child of a chance at a brighter future. And they would rue the day they denied her. Etc. I'd be wearing stiletto heals and a purse made of gold chain-male, of course.  

But I'm not and I now have to explore others avenues to encourage her bilingualism. 

For now, I plan to sulk for a few days. 

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