I'm just back from another dispiriting conference at Younger Daughter's expensive private school, Natural Friends. The upshot of this one was that Younger Daughter is way behind in reading, so we're supposed to bring her up to speed over the summer. The first-grade teacher gave us a list of suggested tutors and programs that we might use.
In effect, the teacher is telling us: "YD has attended Natural Friends for most of a school year, and we haven't managed to bring her reading skills up to grade level, so now it's your problem. We'd like you to fix it over the summer, so we won't have to deal with it in the fall. Good luck." This is known as "outsourcing to parents."
Now I'm more inclined to try Local Public Elementary in the fall. They might not manage to teach Younger Daughter to read either, but at least we won't be paying them for the privilege.
There was one amusing moment at the conference: the teacher showed us a little book that Younger Daughter is writing, called "Skiing at Blue Mountain."
Sainted Husband: "Younger Daughter's never gone skiing in her life."
Teacher: "Really? That explains why she's having so much trouble coming up with details for the story."