Tuesday, May 17, 2011

The first day of the rest of my life

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Back to school for M and G. The first time in goodness knows how long.

So he has no family?
Ah, he’s living in a home. A...HOME.
You’re not his family.

Could his teacher have been more patronizing or derogatory to a boy who was understandably nervous on his first day?

Notwithstanding the insensitivities, I felt a father’s pride as I first dropped M off and then later collected him. Looking out keenly from the collected riff-raff of class members, he finally recognized me amongst the mothers and beamed in my direction.

At 11, M is almost completely illiterate. He is unable to recognize or differentiate between numbers or letters, and is only just able to scratch out his name on a piece of paper. It will be interesting to see how he measures up to his classmates, who - one assumes - have had the benefit of at least five years of schooling.

The good thing is, despite the nerves, M enjoyed his first day, made some friends and even took to his teacher.

Later, this dialogue could be overheard:

M: It’s just for one day, right?
R: No, you need to go back tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that.

I fear it’s going to be a long year.

Day 1, Year 4

3 comments:

Ruth said...

Luke this made me cry and laugh simultaneously!! Rx

Dot said...

Reading this made me feel ´saudades´ of working at Elohim! Such precious boys!
You´re doing a great job!!

Luke said...

We miss you, Dot. You had a great way with the boys here, and I know that you greatly bless João and the others in your new rôle at Casa Semear.

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