Yep, today (24th July) was the girl’s last day at Riverview Infant school and it seems the time has shot by since our first day in reception. I have two very different girls now to back then and I couldn’t be prouder of them as they walk out of the infant school with top marks in all areas.
If you are wondering why they aren’t in uniform it’s because we are celebrating the 50 year anniversary of our school today.
When we first started in reception they barely knew the alphabet and could just about hold a pencil, by Christmas they were reading words and phrases and now I am constantly on the hunt for new books. Current favourites are Dorky Diaries, Wimpy Kid and Tom Gates.
When they started back in reception they knew their numbers 1 – 10 and maybe to 20 (Is it bad that I have forgotten what they knew back then?) Now we are learning times tables and tackling division, fractions, the time and money.
Thanks to school they have made firm friendships with a number of girls in their class and I hope these friendships continue through junior school even if they are all being split up into different classes. Good friends are so important in life.
Thanks to school they now have a greater understanding of the world around them and how to interact with people, play with the nice kids.
They have learnt to play recorders, speak Spanish, make puppets in art club. They have acted fantastic productions on stage in front of hundreds of parents remembering their lines and what they have to do.
I can only say great things about Riverview infant school and thank the teachers for the dedication they put into their work, without you I wouldn’t be looking at these two little rounded people today, thank you.
I want to thank the wonderful TA’s we have been lucky to have who with their careful assistance have completed the circle of learning in each year, thank you.
I want to thank the dinner ladies who sent them home with ‘I bumped my head’ stickers and rubbed away the soreness in my absence, thank you.
I want to thank the secretaries who phoned me when they are poorly and looked after them whilst I ran to collect them.
I’m going to miss the innocence of infant school, I’m going to miss the unity I felt with the class mums and dads as we all go our separate ways. I’m going to miss the fact they are, sorry were, so small… my babies.
We’re moving up to junior school in September, in Mr Harris’s class (a male teacher – interesting) who will be teaching them about the Stone Age and the Romans and Sexual Education, WHAT?
Really UK? Do we have to start Sexual Education now?
I’m really not sure I am ready for this, are you?