It was all shiny new shoes and pristine school bags today at work. Several students appeared in my little tutoring space to show me their new 'back to school' acquisitions. Most were very pleased with their new shoes even though they all complained they were rubbing and/or pinching. There were lovely pencil cases, pens and folders. There was a buzz in the air and a frisson of panic as the new year 7 children tried to find the location of their first lesson.
Getting lost is not unique to Year 7. I am constantly amazed that the older year groups who have been in the school for at least a year still aren't sure where to find certain classrooms. One year 8 said to me, 'Where's D8, Miss?'
'Upstairs,' I said, pointing upwards to underline my point and thinking it was lucky he was at least in the right block or I'd have to get involved in a way more complex set of directions.
'Upstairs?' said the child. 'UPSTAIRS???' Never have I seen such an appalled look on a face, born from the very thought of having to go UPSTAIRS to reach a classroom.
'What lesson have you got?' I said.
'Photography,' said the child, sounding weary with it all already. I look forward to the day when he has to tackle the stairs with a tripod.
Kayleigh starts primary school tomorrow. Can you believe it? She is four and a half going on twenty and she is starting big school. Grandpa and I have presented her with a card and a little Timex watch, a proper one with cute pink leather strap (BAD vegetarian!) and numbers on the dial for learning to tell the proper time. I hope she likes school. I know she likes learning. I think she will be a good and happy student.
So, today for 'Sews, Grows and Prose' I have performed my annual massacre on the buddleia and look forward enormously to seeing it come back twice as big next Spring. I started to cut back the willow arch which has gone berserk this year but thankfully has been mostly devoid of the hideous Willow Aphid. Primrose helped and got stood on several
times for her trouble. I found three green caterpillars with funny little horn bits on their heads (or possibly their bottoms, it was difficult to tell which end was which) and I hope they weren't rare butterfly caterpillars because they got fed to the hens but there you go - Nature and all that and another example of 'Bad Vegetarian.'
For 'Prose' I wrote some stuff for teaching purposes, which still counts because it is still writing, and I am going to do half an hour on the novel before bedtime. And I am just about to do some embroidery whilst watching Great British Bake Off and having a cup of tea - hurrah!
Must go! Byeee!!!!