School Days
I enjoyed school from an early age. I don't remember not wanting to go.
Sure, I never liked doing homework or studying. I was just like every other kid in that respect.
I liked school because that was where my friends were.
It was simple as that.
Hubby on the other hand doesn't recall ever being all that fond of school.
He didn't have a negative experience but his was also not as positive as mine.
It is possible that both of us are suffering from selective memories of the opposite spectrum.
Maybe I am editing out all the negative feelings I might have had.
Maybe he is recalling emotions from days when school wasn't all that exciting.
Whatever it is, we had to discuss our notions of school when we found out that, in September, almost all the kids (his age) from Buchela's play group will go to school.
Kids start early here in China. For about a year and half now, he has been attending his play group.
It has been fantastic for him.
Everyday he went with Ady and played with his friends for a little over two hours. Along the way, he became very close to the kids in the group. If we don't put him in, he will miss out on playing with his friends.
Also, I need sometime to work. So far, I have mostly been working when Dinbit naps and Buchela is out of the house in the mornings.
Having both at home would be a huge distraction.
For these reasons, we have decided to go ahead and send him to school in September.
I have been really nervous about the whole thing.
So, before September arrives, I decided to enroll him in a different school for a month.
Unlike his real school, this one allows me to tag along which means I can monitor his progress and make sure that he is okay.
He also gets to learn basic Chinese before his real school begins.
Yesterday was his first day.
Watching him hurt.
New adults, new kids, new environment.
I could see it was a scary experience for him.
It took everything I had in me to not grab him by the hand and run away... never ever looking back.
But we stayed.
C'est la vie.


















the last pic is that white teacher?
i also have no visible recollection of my first days at school...how pity!!
don't worry too much...so this is a strictly Chinese school? isn't there an International school you can enroll him? so he doesn't feel out of place? :) the look on his face,
anjeten belaw :( I hope he'll be happy and grow up loving school like you.. :)
well. From picture to picture you can tell his progress....
"Kess be kess enkulale beguerewa tihedaleche"....Love your
blog
BTW, their classroom is very clean and organized...which is good!
Our baby is going to school in September - though we are all ready - it will be a transition of sadness as we must let our baby go on to another phase...without us.
buchela will be just fine . I sat in my car and cried my heart out the first time i dropped my daughter off to day care .she was only two .I prayed "dear god i am leaving her to you and not to them ."
I have been out of town ... just got around to responding to the comments,
OH, yes, she is Russian and supposed to be teaching English.
All of you, thanks for the reassurance. I need it.
Feven, lol... I remember my own first day of school too but not as vividly as yours. I just remember being enchanted by the swings:)
Helen and Feven, can't believe you two went to the same school. How cool is that!