1. Schools still smell the same as they did in the 90s. Like
PVA glue mixed with cabbage.
2. It doesn’t matter how nice they are, teachers make you feel
like you are ten. You'll want to impress them and, despite being a fully-functioning adult who left primary school decades ago, you will find yourself at
parents’ evening sitting on Borrower-sized chairs worrying that you’re about to
get told off. Yes, Miss.
3. Your level of parental organisation will have a direct
correlation with where you are in the school year. For the first few weeks, when
you are as keen as mustard, a crisp uniform will be lovingly laid out the night
before, books will be read dutifully in the evening and you’ll arrive at the
classroom on time. By July, your child will be dragged out of the door wearing
something resembling a uniform (including odd socks and a greying polo shirt
you had to sniff) as you bust a bollock trying not to be late, again.
4. Phonics seems like the most cock-arsed way of doing things until you realise your child has developed the tools to start reading themselves. Which, after a year, is pretty marvellous. (Just don’t attempt reading when either of you are tired – I nearly had a breakdown in the first term over Tim’s Din).
5. Schools can’t get enough of Comic Sans, a font which most of
us thought had died out at the turn of the century. I think they must use it
because it makes the letters in the book bag seem friendly.*
6. Extracting info from your child about what they have been up
to requires a snack bribe and/or Chinese water torture. It might as well be
classified info. What the chuff do they do all day? The only information freely
offered relates to school dinners - I can confirm that Henry has consumed upwards
of 150 jacket potatoes since September. Oh and ‘school roast dinners are nicer
than Mummy’s!’ Super.
7. There is no pride quite like the pride of watching your
child in their first Nativity play or end of term dance performance.
8. There is also no guilt quite like missing Sports Day (sorry
H-Bomb, Mummy had to work).
9. On the very last day of term your child will look like a giant compared to how they looked on day one. They will also have developed an attitude, a sassy eye-roll and quite possibly knowledge of 'naughty words'. ('Please don't call your brother a 'penis butt crack.')
10. Teachers have a bloody hard job and don't get enough
credit. I will be forever grateful to the reception team in Henry’s class for
taking care of him when he cried every morning and then, when he found his
feet, for putting up with his daily renditions of Despacito. Respect of the highest order.
If you are worried about your little one heading into school for the first time in September, please know that it will all be okay. You can see how emotionally charged I was the day before Henry started school and we have lived to tell the tale.
If you are worried about your little one heading into school for the first time in September, please know that it will all be okay. You can see how emotionally charged I was the day before Henry started school and we have lived to tell the tale.
*MY MIND HAS BEEN BLOWN by the response to this question! It seems Comic Sans is widely used by schools because it has the right form of letters e.g. the 'a' kids learn when reading and writing. So there you go. I promise not to wince at it in future ;-)