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(Literal) School shopping, THE END

(Earlier installments of the School Shopping saga can be found here, here, and here.)

It's done. The spot has been reserved. The registration/uniforms/books deposit has been paid. And the winner is...

...School A, the one I didn't even hear about until very late in the game.

I cannot begin to describe how difficult it was to step outside the School S comfort zone and take a chance on School A. But I'm confident we made the right choice, at least for this year. We can always re-examine the decision next year, if necessary. (I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it won't be.)

In the meantime, I am almost giddy with relief that the school search process is over. I didn't realize how much it was stressing me out. Oh wait, I totally did realize it. Just ask Jeremy.

I'd like to take this opportunity to publicly thank Miriam's classmate's mom, who mentioned School A to me off-hand a few weeks ago as we passed each other on the sidewalk. I went home feeling disgruntled because now I'd have to check out another school purely out of politeness just so I could be informed next time I saw the classmate's mom and not embarrass myself and her for not having followed up on her lead.

Little did I know that I would find a good match in School A, one that I wouldn't have found if she hadn't told me about it!

Now let the months of waiting (to see if our gamble will pay off), commence.

Thoughts I have at Carrefour

March 18th, outsourced