Showing posts with label Eightness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eightness. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Playground Politics.

These pictures are from Climber's Open Day yesterday. Almost the whole class embraced the theme of Crazy Hair, via wigs and gel and hairspray, and they proudly showed us their very impressive dioramas inspired by the book by Neil Gaiman and Dave McKean. Climber's group all sprayed their hair pink and wore ponytails to perform the poem they'd co-written and choreographed, and they were completely gorgeous.

Crazy Hair Diorama

And now, for everyone who hasn't been following the saga over on Facebook, let me tell you about the Troubles At School. This is a slightly tricky blogpost to write, given the ever-changing landscape of childhood friendships; today's worst enemy could be next year's best friend when maturity and tastes evolve. So I wasn't really sure whether I should record the whole affair, and this is partly because it's hard to know who is reading and who might be hurt by it. But given that this a family chronicle and what's been going on has had quite an impact lately, I thought I would set it down for posterity and just be as diplomatic and fair-minded as I can...

Crazy Hair

Young Climber has been having a very difficult time at school lately with another child. The other child, at this stage of his life, is a persistent type of boy, not one who takes no for an answer. He and Climber started out as friends but Climber got progressively more uncomfortable in his presence and tried to extricate himself. He didn't feel himself as an equal in the friendship because the other child was, as Climber put it, always right or if he was wrong, you were too. Climber tried walking away (the child followed) and using his words (the child ignored him), but the niggling continued and in the end it came to blows. Not just the once, either. It also came to Climber feeling very angry indeed and really lashing out at the Other Child, and then feeling absolutely stressed out because he felt very uncomfortable for having reached those peaks of temper. I found out piecemeal through various discussions with my stressed and distressed child that the two of them had been involved in as many as 8 scuffles. Then last week they had such a blazing physical fight that other children felt the urge to step in and break it up. None of their fights were ever seen by the Yard Duty Teachers.

So I told his teacher about the Big Fight - I'd already talked with her about the ongoing tensions - and this resulted in Climber and the Other Child (plus the 6 other witnesses for part of it) being hauled in to have a big session with both the Principal and the Vice-Principal. They were very good and from what they've said to me have been very supportive of the Climber who they recognised as a gentle child, and one who had been provoked and moreover, one who had been trying, up to a point, to do the right thing. Our school has a No Hitting No Fighting policy which I'd pretty much forgotten about (shows you how closely I read the Student Code of Conduct when the kids sign it each year) so they took the incident very seriously indeed. Both boys had to write an apology to each other (Climber's said I am sorry for fighting back and not tell the yard duty teacher) and the Other Child is only allowed to play in a Restricted Area for the next week so that Climber doesn't have to encounter him in the schoolyard unless he chooses to. And it has also been made clear to them that the fighting is Not On.

Later that day the Vice-Principal called me in for a chat and I felt reassured that the problem was being dealt with properly. I also felt that they were looking out for Climber and had a good idea of the character of both boys. I had this pathetic moment when I suddenly got a mental image of Climber telling them his version of the events and maybe breaking down in there as he'd done many times when he'd discussed it with me and found to my embarrassment that I had started to cry. But the Vice-Principal merely handed me a tissue and told me that beyond getting slightly wobbly at one stage he had held himself together very well.

The Other Child was adamant that he didn't want his father informed of the trouble, and although the Principal was not in favour of this, (in her own words she said she was not as soft as the Vice-Principal) they agreed, after leaving the decision to Climber, to give him One Last Chance to improve his conduct. But Climber is under strict instruction to inform the Vice-Principal should the other child ever lay a finger on him again.

I think the Climber is feeling much happier about the whole situation and we'll just see how it all washes out.

post pink

Thursday, August 06, 2009

Jimmy-jams

We had Pyjama Day at school yesterday, a Junior School Council initiative to raise money for charity, which is always cute and doubly so this year because I sent TWO boys off in flannel jarmies and badly-fitting dressing gowns. Of course, to send them out looking halfway respectable meant [a] searching around various piles of washing to locate a pair of matching top and bottoms for each child (because their preference in night-time attire is to mix it up a bit, yo) followed by [b] sewing on a crucial button, because no-one wants their pants to fall down in the schoolyard, do they? But having put in this effort the night before I was rewarded by the easiest ever get-the-kids-ready-for-school routine that next morning.

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I have decided that Grade 3 might be the age of self-consciousness; and furthermore that it could be that age in between accepting whole-heartedly and without question the concept of coming to school in your pyjamas, and that of coming to school in your pyjamas in the spirit of charity or irony or crazy fun. I reckon two-thirds of the boys in Climber's class elected NOT to wear bedtime apparel to school this year, which was not the case across the rest of the grades, nor in previous years. And although Climber was happy to dress up in his pyjamas, he was massively worried that he was going to be the only child there who did. He spent the entire morning asking me are you sure it's today? and was not reassured by my constant assertions that I was sure. When I said have you ever known me get something like this wrong? he merely replied no, but I don't want today to be the first time you do. He was only really satisfied when I promised, in the unlikely event of me getting my dates muddled, to drive him back home for a change of clothes.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Treasure Hunt

Climber planned a Treasure Hunt for me as he lay in bed last night. This morning he put it all together. Here he is explaining it to me.

Treasure Hunt

Before he handed over the starting clue, he warned me about some of the scary imagery.

Treasure Hunt

The Starting Clue.

Treasure Hunt

Starting Clue.
Near the lego room their is a book shellf on the side look for a baby with a black and red cap. remember all the Clues have the words: Caroline open this
Good luck

Book shelf near the grown-ups' lego room. The baby with the black and red hat.

Treasure Hunt

Reading out Clue #1. Cherub follows us round raptly.

Treasure Hunt


Clue#1

...well done you have found Clue 1 you must now go to the
b _ y _ b _ d _ o _ m
were on the ground there will be some stair cases pick the right one the paten of the block is blue yellow green red and purple then take off the red well good luck
sined Skelliton Face

The B[o]y[s'] B[e]d[r]o[o]m

Treasure Hunt

Stair cases.

Look under the red...

Treasure Hunt

Aha! There's the purple...

...and here's my next clue.

Treasure Hunt

Clue#2 well done you found Clue 2 you now must go to the Islane bar and look for a lego man with black pants and a white somach and a yellow head.
Good luck

The Island Bar and the Lego Men.

Treasure Hunt

Which one, which one?

That money is not the treasure.

Treasure Hunt

Lego Hedwig delivers my post. Apt, very apt.

Another clue!

Treasure Hunt

Clue #3
well done this is your last clue go to the front door and a supirs awate's you...
(Note how encouraging his language is)

Front door.

Treasure Hunt

My surprise awaits me... (I opened the door and looked outside, expecting treasure on the ground. This made Climber snort and giggle madly because I'd walked straight past the prize)

My treasure.

Treasure Hunt

Hello Kitty!

Treasure Hunt

My treasure.

Treasure Hunt

Dear mum you have found your mistery prise congratulations
you are the best Person in the world (so is daddy)
here you go