Halloween after the candy’s all been sorted…

Following at a semi-invisible distance behind the costumed girls, The Husband and I had time to talk to each other.  We wondered if this was our last year of trick-or-treating.  Next year she will be in middle school and may want to attend a party instead.

All the little kids were so cute, there were lots of babies dressed as chicks and ducks and toddlers dressed as dragons and dinosaurs, many princesses and super heros and of course many kinds of vampires, witches and monsters.  But our girl has never yet worn anything scary  for Halloween.

When My Kid was a baby we put her in a red chili pepper bunting

When she was one she was a ladybug.

When she was two she was a puppy.

When she was three she was a frog

When she was four she was Spider Man

When she was five she was Greg Wiggle

When she was six she was Belle

When she was seven she was a cheerleader-spy

When she was eight she was Hannah Montana

When she was nine she was Alex from “Wizards of Waverly Place”

This year she was a girl robot.

Sigh.

Downtown Clown Revue — New Venue

LOVE THE NEW VENUE–Dixon Place–STATE OF THE ART–sweet!!!

I heard that  Jim Moore was the matchmaker who introduced Dixon Place producers to Downtown Clown Revue producers as the run was ending at the old space.  If so, he’s even cooler than I thought.

At the bar afterwards that several people said they’d read my blog.  That surprised me, I thought only my mother and Adam Gertsacov read my blog.

Anyway.

CC Classmate Kevin Carr  Loved his hobo clown!

Nina Levine, didn’t know her before, happy to know her now.

Jef–being Jef

Hillary giving birth again…

So happy to see Coney Island Chris and his home grown stage crew (I wonder how much I would have to pay My Kid to sit through my gigs.. she ran so fast out of the rehearsal studio that last time…)

I hope I haven’t forgotten someone.

Oh

and

there is a role for me to play…

…besides psycho mom

I was kind of mortified  when I realized as I was chatting with another clown mommy, in the bar after the show,  all I could talk about was the middle school search…

Because I can, (I was invited because I’m a mommy blogger…)

This evening I picked up My Kid from her afterschool First Lego League Robotics program and called a car service to take us to the Planet Green,  Dean of Invention launch party for the new TV show, debuts next Friday at 10 pm as a hip bowling alley in Williamsburg.

There was a cute robot there.  Remote controlled.  I loved him on sight.  He talked to My Kid,  But, she wouldn’t talk back.  She hid behind me.  She wouldn’t shake hands with it.  She wouldn’t ride on it.

She ate slider burgers.

We bowled a few games.

My Kid did speak to Jon Dudas (former Under Secretary of Commerce for Intellectual Property and Director of the U. S. Patent Office, the new president of FIRST) after he had been introduced by Dean Kamen inventor of the Segway, founder of FLL.  They spoke of Lego Robotics. He also has a 10-year-old daughter on a FLL team.

My Kid’s future should be assured.  But, it’s not!

If only I knew now that I could get My Kid into a middle school that would be both inspirational and encouraging to a girl, who at the age of 10, is beginning her 4th year as a member of an official First Lego League team, (solving the problems of the world with laptops and toy plastic bricks) and who thinks that she wants to become either an engineer or a physicist.

If only I knew she would be going into the hands of teachers who would encourage her to dream big, then, I wouldn’t be so stressed that my Pilate’s teacher asked me today if I’ve lost weight?  No.  Yes.  Maybe. I don’t know.   It’s the middle school search–not really a search, more of an exercise in accepting diminished expectations.

We live in a school district where the best middle schools are proud of teaching kids that college is an option at all!

How can I get My Kid into a middle school that will take the fact that this 10-year-old thinks she likes math and science and wants to be either an engineer or physicist and run with it???

Where do I find a school like that?


Is this some kind of test?

I am beginning to suspect that the middle school search process is designed to keep out the wrong sort of people.

We are the right sort of people, the sort of parents schools actively recruit;  a married couple, one in the arts, the other an executive (a potential volunteer AND a potential donor).  We have one child, a half White, half Asian Girl Scout who plays soccer and is on her school’s First Lego League Robotics team.  She has a dancer’s physique and takes piano lessons.  She said she might like to become a physicist.

Let me rephrase that.  My Kid is “the right sort of people”.  Myself–not so much.

Her life may be about to be ruined by her mother who has two university degrees that are apparently obsolete because she is stymied by some of the online registration forms required not to apply–but just to take a tour of a public middle school.

For example;  The night after the elementary school guidance counselor made her presentation on “Middle School Choice” to the 5th grade parents assembled after upper grade (by which we mean 3rd, 4th and 5th grade at our school also known as 7, 8, 9 and 10 year olds) curriculum night, I went on-line, in the middle of the night, which is when I do most of my on-line research.  I found the website for a middle school I’d heard other parents talk about.  I followed the links to sign up for a tour. Half of the tour dates were already full.  The rest linked to a page that said “It looks like the form M___ tour is turned off.

So, I assumed that meant that the administrators of that school had decided they had enough applicants after the October tour dates filled up and decided to cancel the November tour dates.  Remember this was the day after the school guidance counselor held her first public meeting of the school year.  Right before the meeting, I was told by one of the Alpha Parents that I had just missed the only tour for the most selective middle school in Brooklyn;

“That tour was yesterday.  You missed it.  I’m pretty sure it was the only one.”

I was primed to believe that a well known selective public middle school had already closed its doors to potential 2011 entering 6th graders by September 30, 2010.

It was only after I talked to another parent later that I tried again.

When I tried again, I saw the small print telling me that the school tour online registration forms were only available between the hours of 9 am and 3 pm Monday through Friday.

Who are these people who fill out online forms about their kids activities during the day?  Isn’t everyone at work?  Doesn’t everyone do that sort of thing in the middle of night after all the children are asleep?  I don’t think we’ve ever gone on the AYSO website while wearing anything but pajamas.

What do the other people do, the ones who have to go to the library for access to a computer?  What about people who don’t work in the kinds of offices where they have enough autonomy that they can google random school webpages while at their desks.  What if the parents aren’t white collar middle management?  How do they get their kids into selective schools that only consider kids who’ve visited the schools and the visits must be reserved online and hurry they fill up quickly.   What about the children of construction workers and people who work in retail?  What about people who have other children with physical needs or urgent problems that are more compelling in the moment to a caregiver than who will go to which school a year from now?  What about their gifted children?  How will these schools even know these children exist?  They won’t.

There are parents who believe that their children are special and gifted.  Some of these parents also believe that all parents believe their children are special and gifted.  They believe that if their child is really so special and gifted compared to the other children then the school with tell them and then transfer them into a class for gifted children.  Unfortunately, in New York City the gifted classes are completely full of gifted children before the first day of kindergarten so the only children who end up in the gifted programs are the children who were gifted with the kind of parents who navigate the maze to get them there.  The gifted children without parents to advocate for them don’t have a chance.

Oh and when I did fill out the form it was tricky like a standardized test.

They asked for the name of the child’s elementary school and then the next blank was for “middle school zip code” like the test makers were setting it up a trick question.  If you weren’t a careful reader you might put in the zip code of the elementary school. That’s the wrong answer. Buzzzz. You just failed our hidden IQ test!

Even now, having, according to the computer, successfully registered to take the tour I wonder… Did they really mean for me to go back to the home page and copy down the zip code of the street address of the middle school on whose website I was in the process of asking to visit their school or were they looking for a different answer?  I’ll never know.

school search or arts development

There is a painful conflict in the minds, hearts and calendars between the women of Clowns Ex Machina committed to developing this small arts organization and the need to run the gauntlet of the New York City school search, for preschool, for kindergarten and for middle school places for our beautiful children who have completely eclipsed our stage careers.

Photo Shoot Today

We had a Clowns Ex Machina photo shoot this morning, in Manhattan, with the famous photographer of variety artists Jim Moore (He was the photographer in the movie Man on A Wire.) He’s so cool.  He’s so nice.  He’s so professional.

We had a good time.

We were photographed in black and white wearing our street clothes and in color with our red noses and Clown Axioms costumes on.

It makes me think of the movie The Wizard of Oz. Kansas is in black and white while Oz is in color.  I didn’t know about that special effect until I was in college because I grew up in a home with a black and white television.  I’d always assumed the whole movie was in color.

Anyway, now that this long anticipated “performance” is over my body has succumbed and I’m down with the cold I’ve been ignoring and fighting off for days.

But we are registered for middle school tours this week so I am only allowed to be ill for about 14 hours.

While we were changing costumes, I spoke with the clown mother of a 4-year-old who is in the midst of all the school tours and IQ the testing for placement in next fall’s kindergarten class.   She said was surprised how involved and time consuming the whole process has become.  Later when I caught up with The Husband and My Kid and friends from her soccer team at a local diner, the other mother and I talked about our middle school search.  Is there any other topic???  Does it ever end.  It’s like we’re single-minded children right Christmas.  What do you want?  What do you think you’re going to get?  —Except that the anticipation isn’t any fun.

So Flattered

I am always so flattered by what the working-artist babysitters have to say about my train wreck of an apartment.  They say things like “it’s a grown up apartment”  “a functioning home” and “Pillows!  I aspire to pillows!”  while I am unfortunately preoccupied with thoughts of; Why do we rent a floor through when this friend and that friend own whole brownstones? There is a galley kitchen in my living room which is also my dining room which is also the playroom.  The couch in front of the only TV is our guest bedroom.  I wish I had a washer-dryer, &/or a deck,  &/or a second floor, &/or a foyer, &/or coat closet &/or a linen closet…

And yet…

OMG!

WE LIVE IN NEW YORK CITY!

pedestrian and clown

I’ve assembled complete pedestrian and clown outfits for the photo shoot on Sunday.   I still need to think about make-up and a few minor repairs (missing buttons, tube of lipstick…)  But, I’m pretty much ready for Sunday.

We’ll have to dressed and ready to go out the door well before 9:oo am ON A SUNDAY!

Ugh!