I spent the last couple of days online going through the umpteen albums off the password-protected portion of the school website and downloading Rockstar’s pictures, before they kill my password. (I know, they’re probably not gonna terminate it immediately, but may as well, while I’m expressing milk.) So we have lotsa pictures, but… the File. The record of my son’s full two years.
When I see The Shopping Bag with Rockstar’s laminated picture on the front, I know what’s inside. Two years, just like that. Where did the time go? We get this huge box file of Rockstar’s work during his time with the Kindy when he leaves.
Rockstar started K1 at 32.5 months. I’m thinking fortunately I didn’t miss that much more, I’d recently quit my job…
“When I grow up, I want to be a…” I’d written “person who drives any large vehicle!”
In “I need something very special to settle me when I’m upset” – I’d included a big list of bugs with pictures and written “I have no special attachment to any one toy, but can be sufficiently distracted by cars, trucks etc…” and something like “I like spiders.” Also “I don’t like soft toys.” Wow, he really was like that even then.
Pictures, sayings, outings, paintings… I knew the school would send it back, and each term I’ve leafed through the work-in-progress before parent-teacher meetings, but still… I’m a little misty-eyed when I get it.
Two years is a long time if you’ve only been a mum for just under four-and-a-half. All neatly recorded down – just in case I missed something. Two years is a long time if you are just under four-and-a-half. Rockstar gravely goes through the entire thing twice, impressing the socks off my parents. My dad is, “Now I know why you pay that much.” I’m “We pay much meh? Quite standard in HK right…” The girlfriends I checked with had all spent more, cos of supplementary activities as well as the Kindy.
Anyway, as I flicked happily through Rockstar’s “portfolio” I took down some excerpts – obviously nowhere near comprehensive, the thing is two inches thick.
There are so many races and religions, I liked that Rockstar got to make friends with these kids because I believe childhood to be the best time to learn tolerance and respect for our differences – I believe children are born “colorblind.” Like when the fox and the hound grew up friends together – I always loved that story. Prejudices and hatreds I like to think are nurture, not nature.
Also some things Rockstar said during school work, which they record in “Child’s Voice” (which <sheepish> also records grammatical mistakes)
“When I grow up I want to be (a) fireman. Fire officers (are) for helping people with anything on fire.”
One of the school trips…
Oh this was funny, the kids made up alternative endings to the stories they read in school:
1) 3 Billy Goats Gruff:
“The troll (fell) into the water and changed into a fish and then he (could) swim. He (swam) to Africa and saw camels.”
2) Room On The Broom:
“The policeman shot the Dragon because it almost (ate) the Witch.”
3) The Tortoise And The Hare
“The tortoise flies and the hare takes a taxi. The tortoise wins and the hare feels sad.”
Oh hang on, I like this one:
“My monster can eat plate(s) and can go out somewhere like Ocean Park without getting lost.”
Let’s see, what else…
I don’t give the Putonghua lessons in school enough credit, actually some mums told me they could see real progress in their kids’ Putonghua too, but truth is I have a personal mental learning block re Putonghua <sheepish>
There’s a Putonghua newsletter and notice board with notes too… But most telling is probably that Rockstar will happily greet his Putonghua teacher in Putonghua, which is something because he often won’t speak in Putonghua, especially not in front of me
And Rockstar realizes he has long(ish) eyelashes.
But later on in his school work could see his sentences getting more grammatically correct through the two years…
HANG ON. “Old people only” like his and someone else’s Mummy?!
Oh I remember when he brought the taugeh home! I used to grow some as a little girl too! Rockstar showed me a week later when it got all disgustingly moldy next to the tv! Mine did too! <wistful>
The writing was a little scary – one day I didn’t think he could write (only type on the laptop) and then one day it seemed like “suddenly” he could. (His most recent samples when he wrote Kings’ Father’s Day card, also leaps and bounds from his earlier scrawlings…)
The kids had chalks to scribble on areas in the playground too – I especially liked that because I think some kids keep going back to the same areas (Rockstar certainly did) so those that didn’t do the extra writing/ craft practice indoors would find the mountain moved to Mohammed outdoors.
This map is not to scale. And Rockstar has left out the cars that whizz by at breakneck speed, oblivious to the fact this is a school zone, and the drivers who lean on their horns at parents trying to drop their kids off. I am surprised he did not draw any angry drivers. If you are an angry driver may you someday have a school your child loves which is also very short on parking. It’s called Karma.
I don’t know why Rockstar thinks there’s a Mc Donald’s nearby though. Is there? Maybe one of his classmates told him there was… He doesn’t eat the stuff very often, mainly because we hardly ever find ourselves near a chain, but he doesn’t get hooked on food much so I’m not as strict as some mums here who are all wholesome, all organic… I am against soft drinks and juice though – it’s an amazing amount of liquid sugary calories to swallow, and the one time Rockstar had a really rounded puffy face was when I was at work and the helper stocked the fridge with juice.
Kings was really cursing and swearing about the heat – he’d come from work, complete with Boss shirt and Hermes tie, to follow Rockstar on board a double decker bus, prance about in front of Peak Galleria, and end at the playground near the Mc Donald’s. Hey. Now I know where Rockstar got that from.
There were quite a few of these towards the end, I actually think Rockstar likes doing these quite a bit cos he used to often come home from school and quiz me… Now I finally know where he got it from. He says he and some Partners in Crime quiz each other too…
But seriously, it’s what makes all this real. So real, it’s what my son has been saying and doing in school, mistakes and all. Before he went here we’d had teachers/ sitters who emailed us glowing (and rather “perfect”) reports and we would be either “he can meh?” or “he could do that before you started”…
So I really love how real this is. I love that they shows us the mistakes, and the horrific scribblings, the progress. All neatly in a nice thick binder.
Goodbye, Kindergarten. Hopefully, see you again in a few years.