Friday became Val's last day in her old classroom. I hate to leave
abruptly but I feel strongly that her teacher first failing our family
by sharing her true feelings about gay marriage, then (and more
importantly) failing Val by not giving her the freedom to have a bad
day. It's one thing for me to be hurt by this teacher's words (and I
must tell you, I got home from that conversation feeling so fucking low
and alone it was ridiculous), but wholly another when you gave a 3 year
old a hard time for crying.

So I called the lovely director and said yes, we would like to make the
move starting Monday. All day after that call, I dreaded seeing the
teacher. I rehearsed a number of speeches but in the end, I just got
Val's stuff together and told her to say goodbye. The teacher in
question asked if we were going to get Val's backpack so I grabbed that
too and we were off.

On the way out, we looked at her new room. Physically it's not as nice
as her old room but she's more than ready to hang with 3 year olds and
it's a much smaller group of kids, 8-12 instead of the 20ish she'd had
before.

Here's hoping the transition goes well for all of us.