Mr6 is underwhelmed by his first few days of Grade One. I asked him what he did yesterday.
“Ohhhh,” he sighed. “First we put our lunchboxes in the tub, then we learned some stuff. Then we coloured in a picture of someone – God, I think. Then we learned some stuff. Then we had recess. Then we learned some stuff. Then we had lunch. Then we learned some stuff. Then we finally got to go home.”
“Goodness,” said I. “That’s a lot of learning.”
He sighed again. “Do you know what the worst part is? Every time we learned something, we had to sit down at our desks. We hardly get to move around at all anymore.”
The lament of every boy in every classroom in Australia.
“It must be good to be in grade one, though,” I said, looking for positives. “You’re not the smallest in the school anymore.”
“I thought we’d be bigger,” he said. “But those new kindy kids are almost as big as we are. Last year, the grade ones were much bigger than us. How come we’re not much bigger than this year’s kindy kids?”
Perspective is everything.