H loves swimming, but swimming with the school has been less than popular. In the summer term H was coming home very unhappy after every school swimming lesson (and he was far from the only one in his class). This from a boy who loves swimming and has never had a real, sustained problem with school before (he’d rather be doing something else than being at school, but he’s happy enough when he’s there). It was a relief that his class didn’t go swimming in the autumn term.
Spring term came and the school said nothing about lessons, but I thought they must start them again later this year. So I arranged for him to have some extra lessons till half term to give him a bit of a boost thinking that they wouldn’t start swimming now until after half term at least now. The next day (a few weeks into term) the school said his class was going to start to go again. Now H is down to go three days in a row: one day extra class, one day normal class and once with the school. This wasn’t what I’d planned at all and I was worried he would be tired by the end of the week (he has been as it’s turned out). So you can understand that I was a bit nervous about how school swimming lessons would go this year.
H’s swimming has come on a little since the summer term, but not as much as we’d have liked. We haven’t been away anywhere with a swimming pool since, so there hasn’t been a swimming-every-day-on-holiday-boost. Our summer was hectic and we only managed to go swimming a handful of times during the break. December proved problematic for fitting in extra swimming. H’s normal swimming classes finish quite early for Christmas and I found it hard to go swimming for a few weeks, because I’d hurt my ankle. Then we were without the car. Now that wouldn’t have been a problem normally because we could walk, but with a recovering ankle it seemed like too much to walk 20+ minutes each way and swim for an hour. So trying to improve his level of swimming before starting again with the school hadn’t gone to plan.
Despite his reluctance to go swimming with school in the summer term, H seemed relaxed about going this term and he barely mentioned it. I didn’t want to create a problem, so I kept it all quite low key, but was quite nervous about how it all would go. He came home with good news. He’s in the top group (previously in the middle group) in the small pool (he’s happier there than in the big pool as he can touch the bottom) and he has a much nicer teacher than last time. Result!