Preschool Welcome Letter: Fill & Download for Free

You could write all about what you’ve been up to lately, to your aunt, in a letter. Then you’ll be expecting a letter back. If you enroll in a sewing class, you’ll automatically have some people to talk to, while you sew. See if you can make a simple little jumper, with two straps that button with a big button on the front of each strap. You can wear it in the winter, with a turtleneck, or in the spring, wirh a t-shirt under it. I always enjoy taking a class in cake decorating. You feel like an artist, and it smells heavenly in there, with all the cakes baking. Our local preschool welcomes people who care to come in, and organize the little children in a circle with you, to play games and sing some songs for a short time. I’m laughing almost the whole time; they’re so much fun! If you help at the community pool, you can save lives, being a lifeguard, while getting some exhilarating exercise when a session is over. Oh, I forgot to mention anything about your old boyfriend. We’re so over him!

This is a problem I have from time to time. A parent who dresses their child in outfits they don't want dirty or stained and then sends them off to play in the mud is a fool.Children are inheirantly messy and the “work” children do while at preschool is sometimes extremely messy. I always provide smocks and do my best to roll sleeves but it sometimes makes no difference.How to deal with the parent when they complain is fairly easy to defuse. First,in the welcome letter it is clearly stated that the children will be messy and we are not going to limit their experience over clothing. Dress you children in play clothes.We can suggest bringing a small adult tee-shirt we can put on over the nicer clothes; especially if the child refuses to wear a smocks.I am always polite about it and most parents get it that their child is learning through their play and things happen.On one instance, I had a little girl that always came to school dressed up like a beautiful doll. We regularly asked the parent to dress her in muck clothes for school and never would. She would then complain, huff, and puff, fussing over the child clothes when picking up. We would change her clothes after mom left and put the dress back on when it was near her pickup time to go home. Luckily, she only attended for one semester.

When I went to pre-school, I had the nicest teacher ever. She was brand new at teaching, but she was so kind and our class loved her. I cried when I had to move onto kindergarten, but I knew that I would never forget her smile, her smell, or her pretty face.Around the middle of the year of kindergarten, I heard that she began to go after a new career, the military. She left her class and job when I ended kindergarten, and went to training. It felt strange in first grade, when I would skip past the office and not see her in there, filling her coffee mug. But eventually her absence became unnoticeable, and I continued to learn.5th grade, same school. Our principal announces on the announcements that she has written a letter to our school. She admits that she does miss her old job, but feels that it is a great honor to be protecting America and us. I missed her so much while listening to he announcements, and later all the students who have had her got to sign a card for her. I wrote her as much as I could, that I miss her, that I am proud to know that she is protecting us, and I urged her to hurry back because I missed her.Flash forward. High school, the 9th grade. About a month ago, I was out with my friends at the mall. We were going to the parking lot to meet up with our other friends when I see a veteran standing at a stop sign, holding up a sign. Something about the veteran was familiar… you guessed it, it was my most favorite teacher.I rushed up to her and said hello. She turned around and started to cry.“Please, don’t look at me.” She told me. I started to cry and I hugged her.“ I don’t care what state you are in, you are my most favorite teacher, and a veteran. You should be treated with respect.”I ditched my friends and took her to the nearest McDonald's. There, she filled me with her past. She came home a year ago to her husband with stage 3 lung and colon cancer. He died in a month, leaving her without a job, and lots of medical bills. 2 months later, she was kicked out of her home, and for almost 8 months she has been struggling to find a job. She was to ashamed to go back to our school because of her appearance. I cried for most of the time.I gave her all the money I had (only $50) and we went our separate ways. I wish that I had more money to give her, more things to offer. But all I had was $50. I haven’t seen her since. I don’t know how she is surviving there. I pray to God everyday that she will find a job, and I even started carrying around more money just in case I see her again.But knowing the fact that she still might be out there puts me to shame. I want to do more, not just for homeless veterans, but for all homeless people out there. I suggest that we stop making the latest iPhone and start solving the poverty. People are our first priority, not phones.Please spread the word, and do more for the people who serve our country. One dollar will not do much, but giving them a job will do so much more. :)Edit: Thank you, thank you for the upvotes and comments. A special thanks to Bruce Downing, because he said “ I keep going by those “sign people” without stopping. Because of your story; I promise I will stop sometimes.” and it really warmed my heart.I know I am a kid, only 15, but I have talked with some of my friends and family. We gathered some clothing and food to a homeless shelter, and already I feel that I have made a step to helping homeless people. A week later, I saw her again, at the same McDonald’s we were at all that time ago. She is now a janitor there. I am extremely happy for her. She let me know that she is still living on the streets, but she is slowly making enough money to rent a apartment. I am happy for her, and I told her about telling her story on Quora. Thankfully she wasn’t mad at me for sharing personal stuff, and she was glad that I wanted to make homeless veterans’ voices heard. She still wants to remain anonymous, and since she is my hero, I will respect her wish.Thanks again to all of you. Let’s get these people off the streets and back to a good life.Edit 2: A very happy day today! It’s almost school time, and I was going past my old school when I see her! My favorite teacher! She waved me over, and told me that she is going to start teaching again! I cannot express how happy I am for her! She also told me that she now has an apartment, and is starting to pay for the medical bills. Apparently someone started a GoFundMe page for her, and with the help of friends and family and anonymous people, she has enough money to live in her apartment!School starts on August 30th, and she says she feels a bit overwhelmed by all the changes, but she is super grateful for the help from people.If it was one of you who made the GoFundMe page for her, thank you so so so so so so so so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can’t express how happy I am, and I can’t even imagine how happy my favorite teacher is!Edit 3: Thanks for all those upvotes (7.4k :O!!!) Today I was picking up my siblings from school, and I peeked into the classrooms. And I was happy to see that my favorite teacher was there! I said a quick hi to her, and asked her how life is. She said she has never been this grateful in her whole life, and that all the other teachers welcomed her back with open arms. She is now happily teaching Kindergarten, and on some days teaches preschool.I feel happy for her, not just because she overcame a hard moment in her life, but also that she had the strength to go back to teaching, even though she was probably so ashamed of her past.I am also happy that our school took her back like the prodigal son, with arms open wide, reaching out to her and welcoming her back.And finally, I am grateful for all the people of Quora. Thanks for spreading the word about homeless veterans and people just like you and me out on the street, and thank you for taking time to read what I wrote.