David Coleman: What your kids are really thinking during their first week at school
In this new series, David explores what children wish their parents knew
So this is big school. I've been waiting for ages to start big school. I'm here a week now. I thought it would be brilliant, but it's kind of ordinary. I've been in playschool already and it's kind of like that.
Some of the other kids are still crying every morning. Maybe they know something bad about this place that I don't know. Or maybe they just miss their mammies.
I think Múinteoir must know that. She often brings them up to sit next to her. My big sister told me I'd be fine. She says that Múinteoir is lovely and that I'd better enjoy it now because some of the other Múinteoirs are really cross.
Mam took some time off work last week so she was able to bring me to school every day and collect me. She never did that in playschool so it was really cool that she did it this time. She even came right into the class the first day. I watched her talking to Múinteoir and the two of them were smiling. I liked that. I always know when Mam likes someone. Her eyes smile as well as her mouth. If Mam likes Múinteoir then she must be OK.
I don't know about all this sitting down quietly though. That's hard to do. Even at lunchtime we have to sit at our table until it's our turn to collect our lunchboxes and our drinks. There's a lot of waiting in turn in big school; and we have loads of work to do. It's really tiring.
I've met so many people too. There are 32 of us in the class. I don't even know everyone's name yet. Well I do, but I forget. I forget lots of things. I often forget, especially when Múinteoir asks me a question.
It's not that I don't know the answer, but I think I'm just shocked when she speaks to me and I don't know what to say. I'm not normally shy, but you'd think I was if you saw me in school.
I don't know who to play with yet either. I keep watching the other boys and girls trying to work out who is friends with who. Some of them already know each other from playschool. My best friend didn't come to my new school. That was a pity. I really miss her. I don't know who'll be my best friend here. I hope I find someone.
I love it when we can go home. Not because I get to go home. I go back to the crèche, but I'm in the afterschool group now and that feels really grown up. I like the crèche. It's familiar, if you know what I mean. I feel like I can relax a bit when I get there. It's like I always have to be on alert when I'm in big school. I never really know what to expect.
I wish I could just chill out when Dad eventually collects me in the evenings. But it's mad busy then too. My sister does her Irish dancing two nights a week now, so often we're back out in the car and all I want to do is sleep!
When I try to tell Mam about it she just gets cross with me and tells me to "stop moaning" and "the world doesn't revolve around you, you know". Apparently it revolves around my big sister.
I wish Mam and Dad knew how tired I was. I wish they could take more time off work and just mind me. Like the first week. That was brilliant to just come straight home. I bet Mam wouldn't be so cross then. It's all just so busy and so different. I find it really hard.
Actually, I think I'm over big school. I'd just like to go back to things being like they were before. That was much easier.
As imagined by David Coleman
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