Your first term at your new schools is over, and it’s gone so much better than I thought. I’m not sure what I was worried about – you fitting in? You not adjusting? Getting you up and in your uniform each morning (sometimes a challenge though)? Me not fitting in?
Aside from some extra-mural calendar mixups, and the time I landed up on the airport road while trying to drop you at school, things have gone really smoothly. You love your teacher, but have enough respect and a healthy amount of “fear” that I may or may not use her name in order to get you to do things in the morning.
You seem to be loving it there, and thriving, and though swimming isn’t exactly your first love there at the moment (remind me to tell you about the time you told them you left your costume at home), you seem to be happy and adjusting.
You got your first report last week, on a CD. This kind of killed my dream of ripping open an envelope and through proud teary eyes, reading your report on a piece of paper. What it did mean is that I had to take the CD to work, and find a Mac in the building that still supports CD technology, and saving it a PDF that I then sent to your dad, and printed out for your keepsake file.
One of the best things about the report was how visual it was – there were lots of pictures spanning what you do at school, which gave me insight into what you really do. Playing the xylophone? Tick. Acting something out in what looks like drama class? Tick. Writing out letters? Tick.
Well done for a smooth transition. It makes me happy every time I see you in your still-slightly-too-big-for-you uniform.
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