Boy starts nursery in January, this is a whole new world for both of us. I’m not all that keen on school, it un-nerves me somewhat. I have tried, I even helped at a teaching session in a school with the museum’s education team once. I quite like kids and I think I would make a reasonable primary school teacher. However, the fabric of school un-nerves me. I remember standing outside the headmasters office and writing lines and being picked on and top trumps and school dinners and well, probably more about it all than I can remember from what happened to me last week. It all came flooding back to me as I sat in the school hall listening to, frankly drivel about where I could buy the school uniform and why I shouldn’t be late.
It didn’t go well, I tried to get into the door, honest I really did! How was I to know that it opens in the opposite direction to all other normal doors? Big Fail. I think the office staff had my card marked from that moment. I made my way to the hall and they had me down as not attending. Clearly they read minds there. This caused a massive kerfuffles and need for photocopying whilst I stood there like a lemon. Gucci and Boden clad mothers swirling past with the efficiency of Germany. It was not a good look and none of the other mothers could bring themselves to talk to me, one even moved when I sat down next to her. Great. I am not a tramp, I am a working mum who happened to not notice the large cereal stain down her jumper, the snot on her shoulder and the trail of mud behind her.
Thus after being harangued by the headmistress as apparently their photocopying was actually existent on the table already and I clearly couldn’t read, I decided to ask a question. It didn’t go well, I was told that it would be more appropriate to answer my question in private at the end. Some of us have to go to work. Some of us were actually bunking off work to go there. Can you truant from work? I was in a rush, I didn’t have all day.
My card is marked…sigh.
Anyway, the image is of me when I was at primary school. It’s one of my favourite pictures of this period of my childhood. I did, on the whole, love being primary school age I hope this new phase of Boys childhood will be as happy, despite the efforts of his mother!