Noah is such a good boy, but was unusually aggressive (for him) this week. Luckily, he is also exceptionally verbal and could explain that he was nervous about school starting in the morning. We were able to talk about it and by the time we tucked him in last night, he was excited to get to sleep so that he could start school today. We think also that he likes the structure of school and camp and that this big transition combined with several empty days was unsettling. He was ready to go back.

Very excited for his new school

Today was the big day Noah began kindergarten [Hebrew: gan].   At the last minute, we decided Sarah didn’t need to come with us, since it’s on the Technion campus.  By last minute, I mean after walking part way from the apartment to the bus stop without figuring out where on campus the gan is located, since Sarah had been there and could presumably find it again.

When you get to campus, a soldier gets on the bus by the driver, checks things out, gives his okay, and exits.  The campus is large and has many bus stops.  After the first stop, Noah thinks he has seen a playground, so we get off.  We are not near a playground, and although there are plenty of wayfinding signs on campus, we encounter no “You Are Here” type maps, so we wander around asking people “Eyfo ha gan?” [“Where is the preschool?”] and then, once they start answering, admitting that we don’t understand Hebrew.  We get many contradictory answers, but eventually find it.

Noah’s teacher gives him a sticker with his name on it (נח), and shows him into the classroom.  The preschool director suggests I call in an hour and half to see how he’s doing, and that I pick him up at 1pm instead of 4, since it might be a rough day.  When I call, the director’s assistant assures me that “He’s not crying” which I take to mean he’s adjusting well.  When I pick him up at 1, I see his teacher in the hall.  She says he’s doing “fantastic” and that he’s playing with the kids as if he’s known them his whole life.  I go into the classroom, where he’s finishing his lunch.  He gives me a big smile and tells me the food’s really good, and tells me to try it: noodles with butter.  He also had soup! As we’re leaving he tells me he made two friends, but can’t remember their names.

A good first day.

(In between I found my office, got a key, met some people in the math department, went to a good seminar, got a very good cup of tea for only 3 shekels, got a passport photo, but nothing as excited as buttered noodles.)