On arrival in school that Monday morning, the gate is closed and the security guard tells us that the school is to be opened the next day. This is after being in communication with the teacher the whole of December and Jan 2nd.
On calling her the answer is simple, 'I could have forgotten to mention that only the teachers were coming on Monday and the kids on Tuesday.' ARRRRGGGGHHHH! Did I look like a teacher?
I drive back home but the powers that be will not take it lightly. I think next time I should reconfirm if EVERYONE is opening on Monday. I wonder how some minds reason, but hey, could be what makes them who they are, right.
Ok, so its next morning again on the road.......I kinda like driving to Westlands, the traffic is so flowing I could zigzag on the road without a care in the world, only I can't do it.
Day one is school is uneventful, toto looks happy to be with other kids and he bonds and blends nicely. The school transport is late in dropping him, apparently there's a snarl-up on Mbagathi and the dere cant overlap.........blaaaa blaaaa blaaaa. The toi is so exhausted when he gets home that after a shower he cannot even talk, just dozes off after a quick snack.
Day 3 is ok though the boy starts acting up. He doesn't want to go to school...... Did I speak too soon? Well, I just dance to his tune but I know how to handle him, manage to carry him down to the van. On depositing him in it, its drama again, he either wants me in it our with him, outside. I try to convince him how nice the other kids are and will be nice to him but he doesn't seem convinced. They drive off but I know he will not cry as he cannot do that in front of other kids, PRIDE.
Day 4, which is a Friday is the hardest days of all. He will not even look at his school shirt, he wants to wear his red t-shirt and wont wear his shoes either! Damn! What to do. Daddy comes to pick him up and he still is not happy. In the car he looks at me with those 'woiye' eyes I want to cry but he has to go to school.
15 mins later daddy calls..... the boy is hysterical. He doesn't want to go to class and is just screaming at the top of his lungs. So? Mummy comes to the rescue. My assurance that he'll be fine doesn't do much to calm both nerves. Men! Arrrrgggghhhhh!
Solution...call teacher Mary to come pick him from the car and he goes about screaming and daddy is lost. Teacher says that he only cried for a short while coz daddy was there and when in class he's a perfect gentleman. I find that hard to believe. Not the toi I know. But was not an eventful week as such. And he looks cute in uniform.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Its a new year
The year started quite well for me, I can't complain. What with my dearest starting school. Having looked for a school for a better part of the last part of last year (if that makes sense at all), I decided to settle for Jonathan Gloag which is on my way to work so would just drop him off. Shock on me.
I took the toi for an interview in November, just two days after his 3rd birthday (apparently they do not take tois who are not yet 3), you'll have to ngoja until they fika that age. At the interview room, he decided he only wanted to play with the toys available there, he didn't care about anything else.
We were told to wait outside for a while so I decided to take a walk round the school. On seeing the play ground, the young man decided that would be his home for the rest of the day. Nothing I did or said could make him budge. After begging, babying, cuddling, he finally agreed to leave the compound. I don't know if the idea of watching cartoons the whole day appealed to him, but it did work.
Two weeks later I get a text from the school that he did not get a place. Panic settled in and since it was the last option, I just did not have a plan F. Having chujad all the other schools, I had nowhere else to turn. Think hard and fast. What to do. I called the school asking for the reason why and I didn't quite place it. They said that due to very high demand, they had decided to now look at the kids' ages. The last kid taken was turning three and a half in January 09. My son would only be three and one month. I wanted to cry coz now what was I going to do. Having everything left for me to work out, I was out of options.
Well, I was advised that if I wanted to, I could take him mid year! To join them that had been in class from Jan or what? I didn't quite understand. Well, shit happens.
I spent a better part of the morning calling kindergartens, nurseries that I thot were 'good' or 'up to good schools' standards' and ended up calling Strathmore school, just to check. We'', I'm so green in kiddos schools they told me they only take kids from 7 years of age and not just from any school. They gave me three schools to call and I settled on one that I'd been advised by my good buddies.
Clearly this school issue is a bizna that's doing so well I will start one myself. I know I won't go wrong. I called the school and got an appointment and went to see the teacher who just asked for cash and all is set. I took the docs to the relevant authorities who claimed it was expensive. Duh! If you don't pay then I will. A good foundation is a must.
Well, come end Jan I go shopping for his uniform (yes, they do wear) and one look of himself in uniform and he refused to leave the changing room. Drama before he starts school. I undress him and once he's back in his 'kawa' clothes he leaves the changing room. So relieved.
We wait for Jan for him to start school.
I took the toi for an interview in November, just two days after his 3rd birthday (apparently they do not take tois who are not yet 3), you'll have to ngoja until they fika that age. At the interview room, he decided he only wanted to play with the toys available there, he didn't care about anything else.
We were told to wait outside for a while so I decided to take a walk round the school. On seeing the play ground, the young man decided that would be his home for the rest of the day. Nothing I did or said could make him budge. After begging, babying, cuddling, he finally agreed to leave the compound. I don't know if the idea of watching cartoons the whole day appealed to him, but it did work.
Two weeks later I get a text from the school that he did not get a place. Panic settled in and since it was the last option, I just did not have a plan F. Having chujad all the other schools, I had nowhere else to turn. Think hard and fast. What to do. I called the school asking for the reason why and I didn't quite place it. They said that due to very high demand, they had decided to now look at the kids' ages. The last kid taken was turning three and a half in January 09. My son would only be three and one month. I wanted to cry coz now what was I going to do. Having everything left for me to work out, I was out of options.
Well, I was advised that if I wanted to, I could take him mid year! To join them that had been in class from Jan or what? I didn't quite understand. Well, shit happens.
I spent a better part of the morning calling kindergartens, nurseries that I thot were 'good' or 'up to good schools' standards' and ended up calling Strathmore school, just to check. We'', I'm so green in kiddos schools they told me they only take kids from 7 years of age and not just from any school. They gave me three schools to call and I settled on one that I'd been advised by my good buddies.
Clearly this school issue is a bizna that's doing so well I will start one myself. I know I won't go wrong. I called the school and got an appointment and went to see the teacher who just asked for cash and all is set. I took the docs to the relevant authorities who claimed it was expensive. Duh! If you don't pay then I will. A good foundation is a must.
Well, come end Jan I go shopping for his uniform (yes, they do wear) and one look of himself in uniform and he refused to leave the changing room. Drama before he starts school. I undress him and once he's back in his 'kawa' clothes he leaves the changing room. So relieved.
We wait for Jan for him to start school.
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