Warning: this post will truly be a saga of Anton and his
kindergarten adventures.
Some people might recall that when we moved here I did not
realize that we had to look for kindergarten like right away and waited until
April or May time frame to start applying.
(By the way when I say kindergarten I am talking about a mix of daycares
and preschools which attend kids from 3
years old to 6. 6 is the magic number to
start first grade.) Anyway, back to our
story – I had to have applied to at least 5 or 6 places last year and we got
accepted into two. One that was kind of far away and was only offering half-day
spot. The other place was great – we
could see it out of our window, the staff spoke some English and it was a full day
spot. Well, on the day we accepted the
spot the place burned down. Thankfully,
it happened overnight and nobody was hurt.
Unfortunately, they choose not to rebuild and we lost that spot. We called our local youth administrator and
he pointed us to the new place that only opened with last year so not very well
known and had a couple of open spots. By the way, according to German law all 3 years old are guaranteed a spot.
Everything seemed to be going ok. Anton was happy going there, but there were some
issues regarding his nut allergy in that staff didn’t really know what to do in
case of an emergency. Nobody at that
place had that kind of training. After
months of debates, phone calls, notes written by the doctor and training
provided by Chris it seemed that everything was finally settled. Except there was an accident. Anton got into his backpack, into ziplock bag,
into the box with epipen and opened the plastic protector and stabbed himself
before anybody noticed. When they did
notice, staff called me and I took Anton to the doctor to make sure he is
ok. Needless to say, the staff at the
daycare and I were a bit freaked out.
The doctor was pretty mad and called the daycare to apparently voice his
concern. All of that happened on Thursday.
On Friday we went to the Christmas party at Anton's kindergarten. Chris was in route to Pittsburgh
so I took Anton and Andrei and everything was going well - boys made candles, we
had some cookies, talked to some parents...
Then as I was saying goodbye to Anton’s teachers, one of them asked to
talk to me and informed that Anton is kicked out of his school. As in she is telling me on Friday at 4PM that
Anton cannot come back on Monday! We had
to collect all his of things and leave.
I am really happy to have friends who fed my 3 kids and
myself and gave me gluhwein because I was in shock and rather POed.
After many phone calls from both me and my German friend,
they confirmed that they will indeed break the contract. But get this – they blamed Anton and his
delayed speech and basically said that he had delays that they can’t
handle. So I spend all this week
looking for a new place but that’s a story for another day …
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