Now as most of you know who follow my blog, I am far from the perfect Mummy. I forget their school kits all the time, take them to school with their hair unbrushed or even worse uniform on inside out! It can be stressful trying to remember to do the mental checklist before you leave the house and those first days of school are harder. Because its the first day of school!
It’s report time and this is the first year that we have had a “big boy report” for Noah from Year 1 and the first year they have both had a school report. It was very exciting reading them out as a family. Albeit followed by a sibling fight, which ruined the moment, hey ho! They both made Mummy and Daddy really proud with their effort and understanding. Both brilliant little mathematicians!
“Learning” is an odd word. For many, it brings back memories of being sat in rows of tables in front of a blackboard, reciting the eight times table until it becomes seared into the mind. However, learning can be so much more than that! A lot of emphasis in today’s day and age is put on classroom-based learning, and while this is important, it is not the be-all and end-all.
Yes, the word that rhymes with duck and starts with F. The F word! Add an “ing” on to the end and you have the word my rather innocent looking four year old said at school this week. Not just any old day either, the day of parents evening.
For the best part of September, I have heard “Now they’re both at school are you enjoying all of your spare time?” or questions similar to that. I suppose the assumption is my only job is being Mum. I have to really think about my answer, as I don’t want to come across rude. But I am not just Mum. Obviously I am wife, daughter, grand-daughter, niece, sister, auntie and pet owner. But also, I work. I am an employee, a manager and also a civil servant. Not forgetting blog owner, social media addict and photographer of sorts. I am a working Mum and proud of it too.
Yes, I managed to continue the facade of ditzy Mum today. Ever since the children started school and pre-school in September there have been numerous occasions where the children have either turned up in the wrong clothes or I haven’t realised it was bring your cardboard to school day. Today was just another one of those days.
With all the information in the news at the moment about homeschooling, I thought it was a good idea to look at the differences between the two. There was one quite obvious difference: in public school, grades are everything. Students are ranked by them. Their success is measured by the numbers on their tests, papers and homework. The assumption is the higher the number, the greater the understanding. This may not necessarily be true. While some students really know the information on the test, for many, the grade only shows how much they memorized. They might not actually understand the information. For the homeschooled student, there is more emphasis on truly mastering the subject rather than the number.
Probably a sentence you have heard a lot of today, or something similar. Now I mean I knew my little girl would eventually go to school – but now it’s all for real. She has a school place and I still cannot believe it, but a place at our first choice. Isla is starting school…
It has been quite hectic, I am sure I don’t need to explain that to other parents out there. I actually felt quite sad this morning, I was “that” Mum that had forgotten the permission slip. Truth be told I never saw a letter in the first place. Funny how something so small can leave you feeling so terrible.
Yes, next week is going to be the very first day at big school for Noah. So technically it isn’t Back to School with us, it is the very start of school. How can it be that time in our lives already where we are buying school uniforms? I probably say that far too much! But, in saying that I do believe we are ready for it! Noah is very ready to start school, you can see it in the things he does. So we have been busy online buying their F&F personalised school uniform and getting their feet measured and hair cut of course. I think we are ready.