In the morning on the day the kids were placed in their classes David was pale-faced and anxious, dreading getting the deputy principal as his teacher. This very likely result did indeed eventuate which was not at all surprising as I had had conversations with the teachers at the end of last year in which we agreed that Mr M (who is a lovely person and, from what I’ve heard, a great teacher) would be the best option for Dave this year. David mock scowls at me, knowing I’ve had a hand in his fate.
When I came to pick them up Caitlin was in tears because her best friend is not in her class, but very happy about her teacher for the year. We promise many play-dates to compensate for this cruel separation. With any luck Caitlin will broaden her circle of friends, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if this is what the staff had in mind when they formed the classes.
Tom, thrilled to be back at school, was entirely content with his teacher but assured me none of his friends are in his class. In fact he can’t remember any of the people in his class. Further investigation reveals that he has exaggerated just a bit, and anyway Tom’s happy to play with anyone really. He’s in a composite class, years 1 and 2. Great, he’s already twice the size of half his year and now he’s in a class with a bunch of even younger kids. I worry that his self-consciousness about his size might be exacerbated by this situation, I hope my worry is unfounded.
Yesterday as we left the school our lovely librarian was on crossing duty. For some reason she had with her a new book which she had been showing to Tom’s class in library that afternoon. Tom had started to tell me all about it as soon as he came out of class and, spotting the book in her hand, brazenly asks to borrow it. The book hasn’t even been processed into the library yet, it has no plastic cover, no stickers and no label identifying it as property of the school. So of course she says yes to him. Apparently it’s something about his enthusiasm for reading and books, makes him irresistible to librarians.
This morning when it comes to sandwich making time I discovered we had run out of bread. Fabulous, one week in and I’m failing school parent 101. Luckily there was a loaf of raisin bread in the freezer, fruit bread sandwiches all round!
This afternoon saw Caitlin’s first ever loss of a hat. You’d have thought her world was coming to an end. When I saw the look on her face as she came out of class I thought something truly hideous had happened and braced myself for damage control. When she confessed the terrible tale of the missing hat I’m afraid all I felt was an enormous irritation that something so trivial was causing so much angst. Perhaps I’d feel differently if my kids were prone to losing stuff but I don’t think any of them have ever lost anything at school, at home yes, all the time, but not while at school. I know kids who lose hats and jackets on at least a monthly basis, sometimes weekly!
I’m on Canteen duty tomorrow. What’s the bet I can’t remember the price on a single thing we sell?