Abbey started second grade this last Sunday. She was excited and so were we. The day got off to an early start, but since the sun comes up at 5:30 A.M. here, it is a little easier to wake up at 6 A.M. Ms. Verhoye is Abbey's teacher and seems like a fun lady. She is a new transplant here from San Diego, so she is going through a lot of the same culture shock we are, so she is very understanding.
After I dropped Abbey off at school and Brett off at the university, I indulged myself in some window shopping. While I was reveling in my independence, my mobile phone rang, and it was Abbey's teacher. The first thing out of her mouth was, "Everything is okay, and Abbey is fine." That was reassuring, but still worrisome. She called to tell me that on the way to art class Abbey went one way and the other students went to art class. Abbey spent a few troubling minutes lost looking for an adult and going to the empty office (which had just moved a few days before because of renovations). Ms. Verhoye finally found Abs in the hallway and comforted her as she melted into tears. While looking for help, Abbey had been so brave, but the relief of seeing her teacher thawed out those emotions. She was soon feeling better and concentrating on what she had done right. By the time I picked her up she had a good story to tell.