Izzy goes to school

Hi everyone, it's Izzy here!  Mummy thought it would be fun to have me write this latest blog post.  It is a huge milestone for me and so I think it's apt that I do it myself.  So what happened two Mondays ago was that it was my first day of school!  This has been in the works for a while, as I knew that mummy was applying for me to get into a preschool around our home.  Due to Covid, a few of my close aged friends have moved out of London, and so I've lost friends my age to play with at the childminder's.  I love going to my childminder's playing with my two friends Alex and Ryan, but that's about it.  The rest are much younger than me.  I guess they think that my inquisitive mind at this tender age of 3 needs to be satisfied!  I'm so ready to learn you know?

By God's grace, somehow I got offered a space at a Christian primary school near us.  They are one of the few that have a nursery class for kids aged 3-4 which I fit the bill perfectly.  Plus, it's the best school around here - a double yay to that!  I was due to start officially this coming September, but they had an open space for me for the term starting post Easter and mummy agreed to take up the spot for me.  They kept explaining to me that I'll be going to school soon.  On some days I feel like I'm ready and I say ok.  But on some days the concept scares me and I tell mummy "I wanna stay at home.  I don't want to go to school."

Kissing Sophia goodbye

Mummy on the other hand, has been quite excited buying my uniform and school shoes.  She says I need to look smart.  We made a quick trip to the school for a short orientation where I met my teacher and her two teaching assistants.  Miss Andrews even prepared my peg ready for me - my photo was above a clothes peg, ready to hang my bag and jacket/coat when I start!  Wow I was pretty excited then and told daddy I couldn't wait to go to school.  Miss Andrews looked like a kind teacher and I liked her already.

The day soon arrived and I could sense both daddy and mummy were very excited.  They prepared my bag for me and mummy even had a mini photoshoot at our front door, with my favourite soft toys in a row, wishing me good luck for school.  Gabriel couldn't understand and kept wanting to leave the house with me.  You are too young to go to school Gabriel!  Daddy dropped me off at school and even snapped a pic of me in front of the school building.  He looked so proud of me.  Was that a tiny tear that he blinked away? Miss Andrews came out to greet us and daddy handed me over to her.  Suddenly I realised that I would be alone, facing a class of 25 new strangers and it was so scary!  I teared a bit but held back.  I simply observed throughout the whole lesson and followed Miss Andrews closely.  I didn't use the bathroom or eat any of the fruits given to us.  This new environment and the new faces made me really uncomfortable and intimidated.

My class finally ended after 3 hours, and I saw parents queueing up outside our classroom, ready to pick us up.  Miss Andrews stood at the door and asked each mummy or daddy for the name and she would come in to get us.  Mummy was 3rd in line - yay!  When I saw her, I blinked away some tears and quickly ran toward her for a hug.  Miss Andrews told mummy that I teared up a bit during class but did really well and was really brave.  We waved bye to Miss Andrews and she said "see you tomorrow Isabelle!"  You mean I am coming back tomorrow??  I am not so sure I like that...