Recently, Raja Workplace commissioned a study of a thousand children to find out more about their experience studying at home during the pandemic and what going back to school has been like for them. They asked us to share our thoughts and it’s been quite cathartic to look back at the pandemic and write about
I’ve been thinking about this blog post since schools closed back in March. I knew that this year marked not just another school year for the children but also the end of Little Man’s time at the Infant campus. It marks the end of 6 years of me taking the children to the Infants too.
All schools across the country will be closed by the end of the week – and many are closed already. It’s such a somber time and a time when none of us know what is going to happen. So I thought I’d take a moment to write something for all the teachers out there.
Dear Teachers, Here we are. Another year done and another summer ready to begin. I know that the summer isn’t all free time for you – there’s planning for next year, inset days and even just sorting the classroom out before you leave today, ready for September and the new class that you’ll have.
Last year LP moved from the Infants to the Juniors at school and it was a much bigger change than we had expected. Little Man only has a year until he’ll be following in his sister’s footsteps so I thought it would be nice to write about what to expect when moving up to the
I’ve written a before about how I was bullied throughout secondary school. I suffered relentlessly at the hands of both boys and girls and even now I find myself thinking back to that time, wondering if I could have done anything differently, wondering what made me the victim that I was back then and scouring
Today Little Man follows in his sister’s footsteps and has his very first day in Reception. He is so ready for school and so excited about it. He knows so many other children, he knows the teachers and he has been there every single day when we have dropped his sister off. He has been
All day I’ve seen on social media and in the news posts about GCSE results and I’ve just realised that I got my results half my life ago. I have lived as much of my life since I got my results as I had lived up until that point.
Now that LP is nearly six and has been at school for a couple of years, her first day seems like such a long time ago. I remember getting her uniform ready the night before and helping her to put it on in the morning – even an age 3-4 sweatshirt swamping her petite frame.