Sir has now officially left primary school.
He started at the nursery when he was 3 years old. I had to stay with him for the whole time because he wouldn’t settle. They tried everything, at one point he just went for the last half hour and we gradually made it longer.
He had literally just turned 4 when he started school, I have a photo of him on his first day and he looks so small! very cute but very small 🙂
He didn’t much care for school either though, he was a little whirlwind. His teacher Michelle was brilliant with him. By the time January came he had pretty much settled. His next teacher Kerry was wonderful. He had her for three years. They don’t do Year Groups there, they have rooms and the child stays in that room until her or she is ready to move on. Kerry really brought Sir on. She called him her “adopted son” and he worshipped her. We were all really quite sad when a change of leadership at the school meant changes in the classrooms and Year Groups were introduced. Sir left Kerry’s class and moved into one that would start to prepare him for High School.
It didn’t work.
It wasn’t his teacher’s fault. Ed was a nice guy who really tried his best with Sir. But it was never going to work. Sir had moved from a class of 8 kids and a teacher he’d known for 3 years into a class of 15 and someone he didn’t know. Socially it did him good because the other kids could talk and he began talking to them. Education wise however it was a disaster. I didn’t find this out until the end of the year and I was not happy. I was assured things would be better for his next year.
He was moved back into a smaller class following a Sensory Curriculum. He started the year as a whirlwind of shoe throwing and temper tantrums. His teacher Kelly had her work cut out.
But she sorted him out and got him back to where he was when he left Kerry’s class. Then moved him forward by miles. Horse riding lessons, sailing lessons, outdoor pursuits, trips to the seaside, trips to the Christmas Market in Birmingham and the biggest achievement of all his three day trip to Bendrigg Trust with the school. Where he exceeded everyone’s expectations. He got Entry Level Knowledge of Sailing and Horse Rider of the Year awards. His social skills and life skill improved dramatically. I suspect he can swim without armbands. He’d finally settled down again. Even a trip to the hospital with a suspected broken foot didn’t faze him as much as it would have done 12 months earlier. For the first time I think my little boy may actually be ready for High School.
His leavers assembly was lovely… and very tearful. They showed us pictures of him and his two mates at the beach looking like three everyday young dudes enjoying the sand. The Three Musketeers. There were photos of him sailing a boat on his own. I was in tears, my Mum was in tears and his teacher was in tears.
The Deputy Head said she didn’t know what they were going to do with themselves since they wouldn’t have to retrieve shoes from the school roof any more.. 😀
They sang “One More Step Along The World I Go”
I can’t think of a more appropriate song to honest 🙂