“What does your gut tell you?”

Yesterday Logan and I made our way to his primary school in order for him to be evaluated for Grade 1.  On arrival at the primary school, he was shipped away to the Grade R class and I was asked to stay in the reception area.

While waiting for them, my thoughts kept going back to the conversation I had with the school’s admissions administrator on Monday.  When she arranged the assessment, she added that their Grade R classes were full for 2012 and that Logan would need to go to the school across the road.  I was upset and mentioned that she was the person who told me to enroll him in Grade 1 and if he wasn’t ready that he would automatically be allocated a space in their Grade R class.  She was very apologetic about it and promised to make a plan if we needed the space.  Even after her reassurance, a little part of me was concerned that the evaluation would be compromised because of it.

Half an hour later, the Grade R teacher came to fetch me and I was lead to the Grade R class were the assessment was taking place.  What I am very pleased with was the question that followed:  “What does your gut tell you?”  I was completely honest in my reply and told them that I felt another year in Grade R would benefit Logan.

The teachers continued by discussing Logan’s answers with what they teach their Grade R’s.  They felt that Logan has a lot of potencial, however would like for him to have a stronger foundation.  Some of the examples they gave me where as follow:

  • They introduce concepts such as horizontal, diagonal and vertical in their teaching vocabulary.
  • Left and right is used when teaching them to write – when writing the letter “a” you start on the right hand side top corner.
  • The difference between top and above.
  • Instead of only teaching them the different shapes, they teach them the attributes of the different shapes. E.g. when a diamond is divided in 2, it gives you 2 triangles.
All in all I get the feeling that they are teaching them to think, instead of spoon feeding them the abc’s.
I am very happy to announce the school made a space for Logan in their Grade R class without any hassles.  And we have already received a second acceptance letter!

“I want to stay here”

I’m not 100% sure what I expected to see when I got to Logan’s new school.  What I saw was pretty impressive:

  • Kids in an enclosed play area, lots of them, all playing together.
  • Logan jumping out in the middle of no-where, wide smile on his face and a couple of  “maatjies” all around him saying hello to me. 
  • Teachers (yes plural) knowing my kid’s name and giving me a brief and honest update on how his first day was.
  • Staff saying goodbye to my child when we walked out of the school
  • It is refreshing that you can speak to a staff member and read their name on a name-badge

As we walked out of the school I asked him how his day was.  I received the very male-like answer fine and decided to pursue the matter.  So I asked:  “Do you want to go back to *name of the previous school* or do you want to stay at *name of the new school*” 

His answer was simple.  His excitement levels and enthusiasm was confirmation of his answer.  “I want to stay here”

Naturally I needed to tell him that he cannot stay right now, that we were going home.  But that he could stay at  the new school!  

There is no comparison.  Even on day one, there is no comparison.  I am so happy I have taken him out of the previous school, I am so pleased with the new school and tomorrow night we, Kobus and I, will attend our very first OOV (parent-teacher’s organisation or something like that anyway) meeting!

 So very exciting :)

* Photos taken at Kobus’ place. Probably the first and last photos we will have taken there *

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 Logan 2010 Toilet Art

Today was Logan’s first day at his new school and I am dying to find out whether he has enjoyed himself!  Highlights of this morning, first day dropping Logan off at the new school are:

  • Logan calling his teacher (thankfully in the car to me and not to her face) Juffrou Amandla instead of Juffrou Amanda .  (He had a friend called Mandla at the previous school)
  • Seeing his eyes light up at the sight of all the jungle gym and the big aeroplane on the playground.
  • Telling the teacher Juffrou Amandla that his name is Logan Swartz.  (Kobus’ surname)
  • Saying goodbye to me when it was time for me to leave – without a tantrum, without a  fuss he took the teachers hand.