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Kindergarten Cut Day

I'm in the process of planning a Kindergarten cut day for the end of this week.  I've contacted some of the moms from my son's class to plan a sneaky day off for the kids in protest of the ridiculously long British school year.  This term doesn't end until next Wednesday (for an unknown reason,this year it was extended by a week) and I just found out that they will only have five weeks off for summer as well.  Enough is enough.  These kids started school at the age of four with a full day from 9-3:00.  That alone is too much, but to have the school year end in July, extended an extra week along with the summer vacation being cut by a short, it's just unfair!  I'm actually keeping my son home three days this week, but have planned just one day with the other moms at the end of the week (because the kids are more likely to be able to keep a secret with a weekend in between).
I was in my son's class on Friday and the kids are tired and fed up.  They are hot and bothered.  They didn't do anything all day.  They played outside and ran wild.  I was shocked at how much bickering and  fighting I witnessed.  I saw very few children playing nice.  They were being mean to each other and no-one seemed to be really enjoying themselves.  It looked like a collective meltdown and they need a little fun!  So, as the class mom, I am rebelling on behalf the kids.  I want to see them enjoy themselves.  We will be going to the beach.  Low tide is at 2:00 on Friday so it should be a good day for small children and an English beach (which is nothing but pebbles unless it's low tide).
I can't say how much I'm looking forward to summer vacation and having my boy home with me.  I'm done with sharing him with teachers and the long weeks.  I want him with me having fun getting some rest!

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