DUNT DUNT DUUUUUUUUUNT! I know. And the worst part about it? Kindergarten doesn't even happen for another year. MORE than a year. We have, like, eighteen months. But in kindergarten years, that's like eighteen minutes apparently. Especially now that we have been made aware that we are zoned for a "you do NOT want your kids to go there*" school. Of course (because the universe often works in such ways, I'm afraid) we are but two blocks away from the cut-off of one of the best public elementary schools in Los Angeles if not THE best public elementary school. The school we've spent the last several years THINKING Archer would attend. Patting ourselves on the back for thinking so far ahead when we moved here so many years ago.
"Oh, aren't we just SO clever, Hal!"
"Yes, Bec! So very clever! Maybe even the cleverest!"
EH! Wrong.

Of course, being the champion ignoramus** I am I just figured "hey! we're close. I'm sure we could get in somehow." I didn't realize how impossible it would be to magnet him in. The only way for Archer to go to the OMGSOGOOD school is if we moved. Unfortunately for us, moving to the other side of Beverly would likely cost us $2,000-$3,000 more a month in rent, which... let's be clear, is a lot of money even if we'll be saving $1,000 a month in preschool expenses. Still, unless one of us sells something substantial like a pilot or a kidney, it's improbable we will be able to cross-over into Fancy Awesome-School Land. That doesn't mean we can't think positive (which duh!) but we have to also be realistic at this point and figure out a plan A, B, C, D, and even E.
We can't afford to move. We can't afford to stay. So what do we do? Aha! This is where YOU, oh smarter, more-experienced SFTB readers come in. Hal and I have a grand total of five friends here in L.A. who have kids. We also have a grand total of five friends here in L.A. who have kids AND money. Which... I know Puff Daddy P-Diddy Diddy Sean John Sean Combs Puffy Diddy said "mo money, mo problems" and it may be true when you're a man who can't decide on what ridiculous name to call yourself this week, but when you're a parent trying to send your kid to a school where he doesn't have to be patted down for weapons on his first day of Kindergarten, WELL then, mo money sure's hell equals LESS problems I'll tell you what.
I digress. Our friends are all a bit more "well to do" than we, which means that they already reside in Fancy Awesome-School Land and are therefor little help to us.
We are looking into the various Charters and Magnet school options, here in L.A. but DAMN if it isn't overwhelming. So I'm turning to you -- for what, I don't know. Tips, maybe? Recommendations? A how-to guide to Los Angeles Charters and Magnet schools. Personal stories of triumph in your city or town? Perhaps you're favorite uncle is a producer looking to buy my super compelling and totally bankable indie-rock parenting pilot. (It's High Fidelity meets My So-Called Life with babies! Can you say SLAM DUNK?!) Seriously? Whatever. I'm open to any advice and encouragement at this point.
It's just that it all seems so unnecessarily complicated. Or maybe I'm just an idiot, unable to stomach or even understand the political complexities of parenting a child beyond infancy.
Sweet Jeebs. I'm going to go throw up now. Please someone, hold my hair.
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*Metal detectors and barbed-wire = not QUITE what we had in mind when we envisioned Archer's elementary years. Maybe if it was JUST barbed wire or a metal detector. But both? Yeah, no.
**I'm such an ignoramus I had to spell-check ignoramus.