We have been gradually saying goodbye to H’s primary school this school year. In the run up to Christmas there were quite a few: last carol concert and all that. There have been a few more so far this term: the last May procession (a Catholic school thing) and there are a few still to come like sports day. Then later still there will be things like the leaving assembly and the farewell outside on the field with bubbles.
It’s been quite sad in a way and I can’t really believe that 7 years have nearly passed since he first started at the school. It doesn’t seem that long ago since we found out which school he’d got into. Since then though he’s got into a different school, a secondary school. We have had a few firsts dotted in between the lasts. There was the welcome meeting we went to, which was the first time we’d been to the new school since he’d got in (we’d been to visit it twice before that though). We went to a uniform evening this week and that was the second time. There’s a third visit planned when he has an induction day. We are starting to find our way around the building, now we have been there 4 times (in fact I had to go to a second uniform evening because we forgot something, so I’ve been 5 times now).
It’s rather strange though this alternating between the old and the new. Back at Primary H and his class are starting to look too big for the school (or at least some of them are – H isn’t one of the bigger ones). They have finished their SATs and are now working hard on their confirmation preparation. They have been doing other things too: yesterday they had the school nurse in for that talk (you know the one) and today they had a school trip. Homework has pretty much gone out of the window and I’m not sure how much they are doing in the way of lessons. Transpose H to his new school and it’s just the opposite: he’s too small, he doesn’t know his way around and he has it all to learn.