Week 3 of school is complete. I’m surprised at how many children only started school this week, when so many others started 3 weeks ago. But then, so far it doesn’t seem that N’s done anything on phonics, maths (other than general play), or starting to look at letters other than writing his name – we’re on 3 letters, 6 to learn!
And I’m hearing left right and centre other children who’re already reading words and books. People always say that the world of babies is competitive with which baby does what first, but I’m feeling more pressure with school already. Baby days were easy in comparison where I suppose school is so much more important for future prospects.
School days are the scary part. I was always academic and largely (ignoring french A level, and the Holocene at uni) found learning easy. But not knowing what your child will end up like in terms of ability is scary. I’d like to think that he’ll be interested in the academic side, and do well, work hard. But I’m scared that he will struggle like his dad did and hating it. I want him to do as well as his cousins, as his friends and ideally as well as I did to give him choices. He doesn’t care, he just wants to be a farmer, but in this day and age, even farming really needs theoretical knowledge and study as well as the practical knowledge and experience. If only for back up in case farming isn’t an option by the time he’s leaving school.
I suppose it’s just a case of wait and see, but that’s what I’m bad at. You can nuture your child and hope you’ve passed on the good side of your genes, but they have to want to do it as well.
Anyway, this week has been as good as previously. No VIP lunch though, but N doesn’t seem worried about that.
There has been slightly more information forthcoming than previously. By half term, I might get a full run down.
I asked N who he sat with at lunch on one day, and he told me his best friend had been moved off to another table. Supposedly because he was doing silly burps. Well, I know N goes through silly phases like that, so asked if he was doing the same. ‘No mummy, I just ate my food’. So it seems they may have been split up at lunch, but we’ll have to see if that is right or not.
I was also told that when they line up to go to lunch, reception go in first to get their food. But N’s place in the queue is right at the back. He was even able to tell me who stands in front of him in the queue.
We’ve also had the first lunch that he didn’t like. We order the school lunches online in advance, although we can change them for the next time that meal comes around. This one was turkey fajitas. He loves wraps, and does have fajitas at home, but doesn’t like guacamole or sour cream, so it seemed that was the issue with the school lunch. Thankfully I’ve not ordered it a second time, and he’d obviously eaten enough that he wasn’t too hungry.
I can’t imagine N joining in with singing in assembly, but according to N his teacher sometimes sings the register. That’s certainly one way to get children to listen. Here’s hoping Mr H has a good voice.
N tells me (still) that he doesn’t play with anyone except his same best friend. When he goes into the playground for drop off or after morning club, he does play the girl from across the road, and has been known to play tag with others too.
But having been waylaid for a chat by his teacher the other day, he assured me that N was playing with several of the other children, including some from year 2. Phew, at least he’s getting to recognise some of the other kids, and playing with them and not just the same one all the time.
Although he’s still oblivious to his buddy’s name. He’s pretty much run through most of the children in his class and who their buddy is, but he can’t remember his own. The buddies come and collect them to go to assembly which is nice although I’m not sure what else the buddies do. I tried asking N’s cousin if he could remember the girl who is N’s buddy and he couldn’t either. I despair of the boys in our family. I even went down the list of the year 2 girls from the school children/parents contact directory, and N said no to every girls’ name on there. I suppose that’s another thing to ask his teacher.
We did get a little confused about houses. I thought they tallied with the colour of their drawer and pegs, and had heard that families were usually the same colour. But it turns out that N isn’t in the same house as all his cousins have been (they’re a bit put out that he’s in a different one – it could cause a bit of conflict in house points and winning teams in future). His VIP award from last week would have meant a point for his house, not that he understands what that means.
Yet again we’ve had items forgotten. Usually jumpers and coats (again), plus a water bottle, and a fruit pot lid. All except the last have come home eventually, but he still needs a bit of training to remember things. Hopefully the usually after school club/nursery pick up will start to remind him – all it needs is a ‘coat?’, which should work.
Wellies and water
N has always loved playing in water and the fact he’s in a school uniform isn’t stopping him. To play outside, the children always change out of their school shoes and into trainers or wellies. On Friday it was welly weather, although they do have a covered area in the reception playground.
When I picked N up on Friday he was in his PE shorts. The first thing his teacher said was ‘he has wet wellies, they were filling them up with water’. Ah. by accident I’d presumed. But no, it turned out that N was proud that three of them (all who’d been at nursery together) had been intentionally trying to fill up their wellies using the water pump in the playground. When I asked one of the others if he’d got wet wellies too, he just nodded and grinned with glee. The little monkeys!
Poor N was the only one who had to do the walk of shame through the school playground, past all the other teachers, children and parents. The other 2 boys had been in shorts with their wellies so didn’t need to change. N had forgotten that he had a spare pair of trousers in his book bag (that he’d been told to transfer over to his PE bag and hadn’t). I guess he didn’t care that it looked like he might have had a toilet accident. He was quite happy and proud at what they’d achieved, finding out that wellies take a lot of water.
So week 3 was a success, and N’s still enjoying it. The best thing for me is still the excitement that he has when I come to pick him up on a Friday. He never used to be so excited and come for a cuddle at nursery. There he was always determined to keep playing, whereas at school the children are all lined up at the door ready to be released out to their parents.
How did school go for your children last week?