We hate school.

(photo : Robert Doisneau, cropped)
photo : Robert Doisneau (cropped)
So! Monday is the big day, back to school! First Grade!”   (Yes, my voice is a bit shrill.)

Well, NO reaction is better than a bad reaction, I suppose?

Last year we were both quite exited: Prepschool was the promise of some serious socialising for both me and Nemo, as we only had been doing 2 days / week at kindy so far and I was a SAHM getting bored. I was looking forward to the Great Adventure that would be School in Australia for my son AND for me, the foreign mum. “Big School”, finally – Here we come!

The excitement lasted about 10 days. After 2 weeks, Nemo hated school. And hated it hard.
While it was difficult for me, at first, to understand how on Earth it could be that my son does NOT thrive at school, like I did, right, back then, with a flock of friends and brilliant results, and the teacher’s loving him as a bonus… In hindsight, and with what I am starting to understand about him, I can see how a room full of kids (screaming & running erratically around most of the time), and a teacher barking orders to try to get some social structure into the chaos would not be something my son was going to enjoy.

While at times loud and extroverted himself – Nemo does not like anything imposed on him, no rules, no mood, no contact really. Now that I am thinking about it, it would have been a little bit like sitting a cat into a room with 20 loud little puppies.

I am going through the motions, but this year, I am feeling miserable about the whole ‘Back to School’ thing. I happened to come across this post on the blog ‘Yeah. Good Times.’ which, I feel could become like a reference to me. Originally the post was written by Jen at Still Looking Up.

The ‘open class’ on Friday, was already a bit of a mixed experience.
For some reason, Nemo will have not one but two teachers. While I was talking to no.1 (younger, with special needs training, nice), no.2 (older, and old school?) was already telling Nemo off for something I did not quite see. Awesome.

I was standing there talking to her, and as if to confirm my (and others) pre-diagnosis (“Yeh, uhm, we are thinking and have been told that he would be on the autism spectrum, ahm, high functioning, or Asperger’s?” I am sure they hear that all the time!), Nemo went and sorted some numbered cubes from 1-100 in a frame, so that they all were the same colour.
This was actually atypical behaviour for him, but never mind, Rainman.

My hope is now that the increase of ‘academic learning’ will at challenge him enough to keep him going and that his new class mates – and the teachers !– will see beyond his oddities and the unpredictable and quite spectacular tantrums. Yep, I am pretty scared.

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