The lesson this afternoon was to concentrate on 'what I can achieve now
that I am six'. (Its amazing how many of them turned seven since term
began three weeks ago, and not a smell of birthday cake either! But its
was OK I was prepared for that) It was one of those lesson which was
designed to show the child how much they themselves had come on.
So we sat in our circle and you wouldn’t believe the number of genius
children I have in my class. Most of them could walk, string complex
sentences together ( not that they know what a complex sentence is) eat
with a knife and fork and go to the toilet themselves all before their
first birthday. I even had one who insisted she could remember being
So once we had established a little reason to things, we went through
all the things they could do at one, then two, then three, and so on.
Then came the next part. What do you think you will be able to do by
the time you are 7 (8)? Oh the suggestions came thick and fast. They
were loving this... ride my bike without stabilisers, go on my electric
scooter, do my tables.... Meanwhile Jim grunted in the corner, rolled
over and scratched looking supremely un interested.
What will you be able to do when you are 12? Do big sums, I’ll really
know my tables by then, go to school myself...
Ah but what school ?
Oh aye we go tae a high skul ‘en’ grunted Jim forgetting his
studied indifference for a moment. He quickly regained it when I looked
round: seems not to realise after all the shouting he does in the
boys toilets I know his voice and I don’t need to see his face to know
OK what about when you are 21 ?
DRIVE!!! shouted all the boys with one voice, buy a car, go to work,
get married and have babies.
'Who said that?' grunted Jim... Toni ( a nice wee lassie)... 'Well Ahm
no huvin oany babies!"
I reassured him that it wasn't compulsory.
Be rich, really really know my tables, be teachers, Oh oh miss, we’ll
be able to kiss oor boyfriends.
Jim to Toni.... Haw Toni, your sick!