Thursday, August 19, 2010
My Doomed Child Just Started Kindergarten!
But seeing all the other kids this morning, I think he's not doomed any worse than the rest of them, in spite of my months of near constant protestation that he was not ready. He might even enjoy having some structure to his day, which if the first few minutes was any indication, he will have no shortage of structure! By the time we arrived, most of his classmates were already seated, with their hands in their laps and their heads pointed straight forward, afraid to blink. We only had a few seconds to meet his teacher but she seemed like a very sweet lady as long as you don't try to fuck with her. So go forth with gusto, Doomed Child! Play time is over, but a life of wondrous toil awaits those who seize it!
6 comments:
you will take comfort on knowing this fact: it only gets worse.
I'm touched. playtime is over... or is it? Some people, the lucky ones, regain their play time at a certain age. That your Son may rule the play ground.
I'm not sure if it gets worse or just more tedious, but yeah! I just hope I'm not around to see him hit the wall at 40 like I'm doing right now!
Hey, Martijn! He'll have to rule the playground next year; we pulled him out after just one day. It was pretty obvious that he wasn't ready. He only turned five at the end of June. One more year of fun!
Um... do what you want with this comment that follows. I don't want to give advise, just share experiences. I'm gonna be serious here.
I myself was pulled out of kindergarten after three days of wailing. My mom didn't mind... she preferred to have me around her in the now empty house in the suburbs after my one-year older brother ruled the playground at the 'Woelwaters' [an infantile gibberish name, like all kindergartens in Holland have]. I didn't like the place, didn't like the kids and never went back until the law forced me to go to the normal primary school (I think I was five at the time... five is quite late!). But my point is that I have always blamed my social disfunctioning to this early pull-out. Maybe it's just nonsense... maybe I was bound to be like this whatever, or maybe I would have turned out much worse if I had gone to the place... but still this is what I think. Yes, hum... some hypnosis, shock treatment, rebirthing and/or psycho-analysis by a Team of Viennese Psychiatrists can possibly find out, but I don't know the answer. I'm just wildly guessing. I don't want to scare you: the possibility dooming he could turn out as some sort of Martijn in the future! Of course he won't... he'll have you. And if you say your son wasn't ready, I believe you. He'll have one more year of fun. That's good.
Advice well taken, Martijn. K-garten has changed, though. When I went, it was only half a day (I was one of the morning kids) and you basically just dicked around for three hours. Nowadays, those fuckers are doing Shakespeare multidimensional calculus! He'll do better in a year. Thanks, though!
I see. Yes, in my home town we were dickin' around till about 12 years of age. That primary school had very modern ideas: they didn't believe in grades. And they didn't believe in Teaching either. Like the math tables... very old fashioned they thought. It were the 70's, god bless them. I was actually very very happy at that school!
Mike quit... I'm sad and shocked. Cheers Dave!
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