Saturday, 18 July 2015
Yesterday was my girl’s last day in school uniform.
My wonky wonder has finished Year 11 and will be returning to the Sixth Form in September. Her dad told her to burn her tie; he’s helpful like that. “No, Mum, I don’t think I want to.” My boy’s ears had pricked up: “I do!”. “No-one is burning anything,” I declared.
Later, I looked through the pile of schoolbooks and artwork she’d brought home with her. There were photos galore of her and her little band of classmates. They have wildly different needs and foibles, but they’ve needed and foibled along as a team this year, thanks to the patience and skill of their teacher and teaching assistants.
Now, it’s time for a new chapter. And, God help us, some sort of carefully negotiated clothes rota.
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