Class-lists are
posted on our two main gates and inside the building, teachers have some books
and pens and the site looking considerably better, but i’m still pooping my
silk boxers.
I’m in my only suit, shirt and child-friendly tie
and hat, and i’m about to meet and greet the students, parents, guardians,
helpers and drivers.
Everyone warns me
it will be an insane day. Most of the “returning” parents haven’t been assed to
re-register and are likely to demand a place on the door. I’m expecting absolute chaos at Reception.
I smile alot and
shake hands with a lot of the parents and receive delightful smiles, handshakes,
High 5s and even a few hugs from the
students. It’s lovely to finally have students through the door.
Most people seem to
know where they’re going and we have plenty of EA supervision.
The Early Years
students go straight to class when they arrive in but Grade 2s to Grade 5 get
to play in the playground till 8.20. The playground is all unlevelled concrete
and sand and there are no toys or balls. It’s real pitiful and i feel ashamed.
I line up the students and introduce myself to the students.
All my staff are
known by their first name with Ms or Mr in front. I have no problem with staff
addressing me as Mr A_ and the kids are expecting to call me the same. But i
don’t that. They’re my students and i’m determined to get them to call Mr G_.
And they do.
I check in on one
of my two secretaries (that’s a whole other story) in Reception and whilst it’s
crowded it doesn’t seem like madness. Well done L.
At 10.20 i get an
opportunity to meet the idyllic Early Years students (3 – 6 year olds) after
their snack-time.
I introduce myself to them and have brought out my shiny red Ovation acoustic guitar. They’re wide-eyed as i start to sing “The Wheels on the Bus” but they
get into it – most specially with “The Babies on the bus go Wah! Wah! Wah!” and
they can’t get enough. Apart from Ms J who joins in the song, teachers and
assistants alike clearly can’t make out what it’s all about.
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