|photo: Cate School|
On Tuesday we delivered Porter to the Cate School for 10th grade. Anna and Alberto met us there with the luggage we'd left with them during our travels to the Sierras. The Cate seniors come a day earlier and are there to help each student with getting oriented, hauling bags, etc. The returning sophomores and juniors arrive the day after.
We all helped Porter move into his room. It's small, but comfortable -- wood paneling and french doors that open onto a small balcony. And battered enough to feel comfortable in -- including scars that showed where a former student may have been throwing shuriken against the walls and a spot where the phrase "butt cheeks" had been carved into the wood. "A testament to the maturity of Cate students," as one of the returning students remarked.
The Cate students, the faculty and staff are a likeable crew. And Porter, despite a bit of nervousness showing through in the past few days - was clearly ready to get himself involved in it.
It's a pretty school -- sitting along citrus and avocado groves upon a mesa -- above the beach town of Carpinteria and below the Santa Inez mountains which rise above it in chaparral-draped stone.
The headmaster charmed with his stories, the admissions director gave her pep talk, the faculty introduced themselves. We met teachers and advisors and other parents. As they said, you are not losing a kid, so much as gaining a whole set of allies in raising him. We'll see. I think it will be a good thing.
|the abuelo, Alberto|
|Porter on his balcony|