Her sisters will probably follow in time, but are now mightily annoyed with
their teachers (the selfsame two teachers that the grammar-school kid had some
trouble with last year) whom they will have to put up with (up with whom they
will have to put, to satisfy the prescriptivists) for two years because it’s a
combination 7/8 and they’re in 7. Now if that meant that they’d be able to do 7
and 8 in one year it would actually be worth it, but (a) these teachers wouldn’t
cooperate even if we tried, and (b) they really are only ten years old, and
they’d be starting high school at just or not quite eleven. Not that it seems to
matter much at that
school (I’m not responsible for their web design, God forbid): of the
thirty-one kids in Naomi’s class almost half are less than twelve, and two of
those are still ten. She herself is eleven and a half and one of the tallest in
the class.
The first day started at 12:30 and was taken up with typical start-of-school
things, like getting her locker key and a puzzle tour through the school which
caused her to lose herself, and her group to lose each other, in the admittedly
confusing corridors. And there was the amazing event of a whole class of very
young adolescents groaning in dismay as one (wo)man because there won’t be any
Latin this week: the Latin teacher is away to Rome with the third-years.
This is what they came to grammar school for. It may be one of the few
things that are better about the new school system (well, new since I was in
grammar school): it causes the classical-studies stream to be populated by
only those people who are actually interested. Nice people, too, the
kind that we think of as ‘our sort of people’, who compliment her on her
unusual blouse instead of making fun of it.
She came home knackered, of course, despite the lack of Latin, not the least
from carrying six kilos of books on her back (though some of those were in her
locker for part of the day, I hope). And then homework. A bit miffed about
having parents look over her shoulder, but she’ll have to get used to that,
because we intend to keep looking over her shoulder until she gets the hang of
planning.
But she has more coherent geography than I did, and more interesting maths,
and music lessons that actually teach something about music. The maths
book came with a CD-Rom which was only-for-Windows, unnecessarily because all
the example and practice programs were simple Java things, and Boudewijn
managed to get it working under Linux quite easily. We’ll fight the ICT teacher
(or at least the people who thought up the course, which is basically
Windows-for-dummies) after Christmas when she gets ICT. Something will have
to give way for that; her schedule is full. The only relevant thing I can find
in the school guide is that both music and art are on the curriculum for one
hour a week, and that she has two hours of music and no art now, so
probably she’ll get two hours of art after Christmas. Perhaps it’s ‘study
skills’ that’s only for the first semester.
She’s enjoying it immensely. Let’s hope it persists.
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And I took the best fencing picture in my
life, at least my life until now; this is a cut from it, fit to
advertise