Tuesday, June 16, 2009

The school season

Yesterday morning, we made the arduous trip to the kids' school in the morning traffic in an effort to meet Ash's classteacher before the morning bell rang. To our surprise, it turned out to be a Syrian Christian lady named Swapna and not someone called Surendri as we had been told a month earlier. We handed over his books and the medical certificate, and expressed hope that we could send him to school by Wednesday since Syrup Predone is making his skin presentable. The teacher said she had covered only numbers 1-20 and the small letter 'c'. Ash had told us that we tell the teacher he was practising his Ys and Zs at home. Luckily, the teacher seems to be familiar with eczema as she had a close acquaintance who had it and is fine now. And the classroom is next to the teachers' room.

Mira has skipped school the past two days as she has fever, and had to be taken to the doctor in the evening.

The LKG section was fun to watch with crying kids refusing to let go of their mothers' hands and the teachers putting up a bench at the entrance of each classroom and an ayah at guard to prevent the kids from escaping. (Once upon a time, when I was in nursery, I had run all the half-km way home with a nun-teacher and ayah in hot pursuit!) Miss Meena was having one such adventure when we peeked in and informed that Mira wont be coming. She enquired after Ash, so did Ash's old teacher. I admired their pluck and patience - to handle some 30 newcomers crying for their parents and also initiate them into the world of oral education and rhymes - before trooping to the school office to pay Ash's fees.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

hope they get better. and get to Enjoy class(school)..so they can have memories like u do!
take care
ust

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