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.