i am a schoolgirl wearing uniform

yesterday, hubs and i went for an orientation brief at the primary school across the street. it was really a one and a half hour sales pitch to affirm the parents that we made the good decision of choosing the right school for our precious first-borns ... the principal got sooo caught up in sharing the many initiatives and programs that the session was hardly brief!. like celine deon, he went on and on. you'd think the number of kids making a break for the toilet or the disinterested parents talking amongst themselves would have been a nudge enough. guess the principal forgot that his audience didn't need convincing. most of us were product of successful balloting.

then we went to the classrooms to meet the form teacher. i was torn in wishing for a young and dynamic teacher with fresh out of the box ideas and the older more experienced teacher who is understanding, nurturing and maternal. we got the stereo-type civil servant instead. the kind who picked us out from all the parents to fill out a form, but when told that we had filled the same form twice before at the school (on different occasions) said "i dunno, the admin office said you have to." sigh ... must be their special program to engage the parents in school activities. next year is going to be interesting.

we moved from the classroom to the tuckshop where we bought schoolbooks and uniforms. what a scam that was. there was a compulsory list and an optional which was pitched as "these books are optional but the teachers will be making reference to them in your child's course of work all year."

the whole experience aside, this was momentus for me. baby girl is not a baby anymore.