School registration

I do not know how the Icelandic school system deals with the fact that from year to year, there is an inconsistant number of students entering the school. In California, all students within a school district are guaranteed a spot somewhere in one of the public class rooms in the district. However, it is not guaranteed that one will always get the school closest to one's home; kids sometimes get bused from one end of the district to the other, to ensure an even distribution of students.

We discovered this morning that registration for the elementary school closest to Dave's apartment is going to be taking place when Dave is in Iceland. Now, assuming there are not a lot of kids registering, this will not be a big deal. But, if the school is over-enrolled, and he does not register during those two days, Palmer will not get a spot at that school. He'll get a spot somewhere else of course, but not there, the best rated elementary school in the district, and one of the best in all of California.

Now the option of Dave changing his ticket so that he can make this registration window seems a little extreme, but so does just taking our chances that the school will not be over-enrolled. We are looking at our options, there is a possibility a neighbor may be able to help us out. But the whole thing is just unnecessarily nerve-wracking.

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