Next year, I hope to have an understanding of classroom assignments, preferably by use of a scoring guide. This year, we've gotten lots of "write a story." assignments and then have lost points for not doing what the teacher expected. I hope to understand the teacher's expectations next year.
Next year, I hope to have organization in the classroom. A routine for submitting assignments, a schedule for regular assignments (like spelling tests or journals).
Next year, I hope to have a teacher who does not compare my daughter to her D student son. I hope to have a teacher who believes that my daughter can do her best... or at least makes me believe that she believes it.
Next year, I hope that my daughter's weakened confidence in her academic abilities is magically restored. I hope that she has a teacher who understands the struggles of this school year and takes a heartfelt interest in scheming with me to re-inspire my daughter's love of school and learning.
Next year, I hope, it not too late. I hope that I don't regret sticking it out where we were this year. I hope that I don't find myself wishing I would have pulled her out after Christmas.
Next year, I hope to realize that this year was only one isolated circumstance and does not reflect what the next 9 years of schooling will be like for us.
Next year I hope my daughter has a teacher who does not find it impressive or worthwhile to take 45 minutes out of her lessons to "work out the problems" of the girls in her classroom.
Next year, I hope to be reassured that I properly discerned God's will for my daughter's education even though it means that I am removing her from her religious school. I hope that she is able to bring the invaluable knowledge of her religion and live as an example for those who may not have been introduced to Christ.