Here We Go!
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Emily was nervous. She had never been called to the counselor’s office before, and even though her parents had prepared her for being called out of class, it made her feel as if she had done something wrong. She walked down the wooden floored halls of Sunnydale Elementary suddenly finding them to seem very much bigger than they had seemed before. Big and quiet. Too quiet. The doors to the other classrooms were mostly shut, occasionally one would be open and she would walk more briskly buy, afraid that if the teacher inside were to see her, they might think less of her, despite the fact that she did not know them.
She clutched the offices summons tightly in her small right hand as she used her left to grasp the door to the administrative offices and turned the knob gingerly, peering inside.
“Yes?” said a rather severe looking woman from behind a long counter-like desk.
Emily looked up at the strange lady with wide doe eyes, wordlessly reaching her hand up onto the counter, and letting the crumpled summons fall onto the countertop.
The older woman sniffed at the paper before picking it up and unraveling it to read.
“Oh”, she said her demeanor warming, “Down the hall, dearie, last door on your right. You’re parents are already here.”
Emily nodded mutely and pivoted to go down the hall. She stuck her head into the indicated room and found herself staring into the face of someone she had never seen before, her parents seated with their backs turned to her, they did not notice their daughter’s entrance.
“Here she is”, Charlotte announced happily from behind her desk. Willow and Tara both turned in their seats to greet Emily with beaming smiles, her little sister asleep in her mommy’s arms.
“Come here, sweetheart”, Willow encouraged, taking Emily’s hand and pulling her to stand between her and her wife’s chairs. “You want to sit on my lap?”
“Yes please”, Emily asked softly, her level of anxiety betrayed by her eyes. She knew she wasn’t in trouble, but she felt as though she was. Willow lifted Emily up onto her lap, and the miniature redhead relaxed considerably in her Mama’s arms.
“My goodness, Willow”, Charlotte commented, “The two of you look so much alike. No doubt who’s daughter she is there. I take it you had Emily and Tara had the new baby?”
Tara had to work very hard to stifle a laugh. “Um, no…” she said after sharing a quick glance with her lover, “I had Emily and Willow had Michelle.”
“Oh”, Charlotte answered, seemingly confused by the revelation. “Interesting… I just thought since… never mind.” The counselor waved it off, turning her attention once more to the child seated on the redhead’s lap. “Emily, do you know why you’ve been called to my office today?”
“Mama said it was because of my good test scores and maybe going to fourth grade”, Emily replied, feeling slightly more sure of herself
“Exactly”, the counselor smiled. “How do you like school so far this year. Emily?”
“It’s fun”, the girl answered, “It’s always fun. I like learning.”
“Is it easy or difficult?” Charlotte pressed.
“Um… it’s easy.”
“Too easy?”
“Sometimes”, Emily said honestly. “Sometimes I get a little bored. But then my friends need help and I help them and it’s not so boring.”
“How do you help them?” the counselor questioned.
“Well, if we’re doing a group project and they don’t understand something, they ask me and I explain it to them”, Emily explained.
“Do you like your teacher?”
“Mr. Bradst is okay”, the girl replied, “I mean, he’s nice and stuff.”
“Is there a teacher you liked better than Mr. Bradst?” asked Charlotte.
Emily started to get excited at this question and wiggled a little bit on Willow’s lap. “Oh yes”, she said animatedly, “Ms. Henckle. She was my teacher last year for second grade. She always gave me fun stuff to do.”
“Like what?” asked Tara, feeling it was time she and Willow started joining in this conversation.
“Like worksheets and stuff. Math worksheets mostly, with really big numbers!”
“How big”, Willow inquired.
“Three digits mostly”, Emily explained, “But sometimes four! And it was tough math like multiplication and dividing.”
“And were you able to do the math?” Charlotte questioned.
“Most of the time, but sometimes I would get stuck and Ms. Henckle would have to help me.” Emily’s voice fell slightly, as though she was upset with needing help. Tara caught this immediately and went to put a stop to it.
“Emily”, she said firmly, but sweetly, “It is never wrong to need help with something, and it is certainly never wrong to ask for help when you need it. Okay?”
“Yes, Mommy”, her daughter smiled softly.
“Did Ms. Henckle ever give you anything other than math to do, Em?” Willow now asked.
“Um, yeah… “, Emily recalled, “Sometimes she would give me lists of words to look up… Oh! And puzzles, she liked to give me puzzles to solve.”
“What kind of puzzles?” said Charlotte.
“Riddles mostly.”
“Emily”, Charlotte began after a pause, “How would you like to have Ms. Henckle as your teacher again?”
Emily’s eyes went wide with surprise as her jaw dropped with excitement. “Really?”
“Yes, really”, Charlotte smiled back, “Ms. Henckle is the new fourth grade teacher.”
“She’s not just the fourth grade teacher”, Willow clarified a little firmly. Not wanting her daughter to get ahead of herself with excitement. “Baby-girl, look at me.” Emily swiveled a little on her Mama’s lap and small blue eyes met older green. “Ms. Henckle also teaches the G.A.T.E. program. Do you know what that is?”
“It’s the special classes for the smart kids”, she replied.
“Sort of”, Willow agreed. “They’re classes for students that pick things up a little faster than their classmates. A person can be very smart and not be in the G.A.T.E. program, it doesn’t mean anything against them. Emily, if you choose to go the fourth grade with Ms. Henckle, you’ll be placed in the G.A.T.E. program with other kids who learn fast like you. It’s going to be a lot of work. Much more than what you’re used to. Is that what you want?”
“Before you answer, Emily” Tara interjected, “Remember that your Mama and I love you very much, and we only want you to be happy. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to if you only feel that you have to impress us or make us proud. We’re already so very, very proud of you.”
“We’re here to support you in what you want to do”, Willow added warmly. “Not in what you think we want.”
“Do you want to go to the fourth grade, Emily?” Charlotte asked.
The little girl considered this for a long moment. Fourth grade sounded like a fun adventure, and being with Ms. Henckle again would be good too. But, at the same time it did sound like a lot of work… but she enjoyed work and figuring out problems and learning new things. It could be fun. It would be fun.
“Yes”, she finally said, her features set in a mini version of her Mama’s resolve face. “Yes, I do.”
The next half-hour was spent going over the paperwork of the advancement, and explaining to Emily how she would need to pass a test before she could move up a grade. A date was set for the exam and Willow and Tara hugged and kissed Emily goodbye as their little girl made her way back to class, promising to pick her up from school in a few hours and offering her reassurance that they were very proud of her, and would have been no matter what decision she had made.
Alone now in her office, Charlotte picked up her phone and dialed Ms. Henckle’s classroom. “Ms. Henckle”, she said in greeting, “you can expect Emily Rosenberg-Maclay to report to your class in the next couple of weeks…yes… you’re welcome.” And with that she hung-up and went back to her paperwork.
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TBC...
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