I don’t understand why the powers that be at my daughter’s school think it’s a good idea to let the kids know at the end of the school year which class they will be in.  It was awful, for those of us who are parents, to watch the children come out of the door with tears in their eyes on the last full day of school.  They cry because they didn’t get the teacher they wanted.  They cry when they realize that next year their best friends will not be in their class. They don’t care if they have good grades.  They don’t care if their teachers wrote lovely comments about their fine class work.  They don’t even care that summer vacation is finally here. Having your best friends in your class is the most important thing in the world when you are in third grade, or fourth grade or 5th grade.  I don’t know why the powers that be don’t just send us a letter in the middle of the summer so the kids can absorb the news privately or post the class lists on the door of the school in August two weeks before school starts like they do at the elementary schools in my home town.