A few weeks ago I was totally shocked at the level of emotion shown by Year 6 pupils and their parents at my son’s primary school.
He, along with all his classmates, had come to the end of their primary education and it was time to bid farewell.
I remember deliberately wearing my disgusting yellow gingham summer dress that day so there was more surface area to draw on
The school organised a special leavers’ assembly and showed a presentation featuring pictures of the kids from over the years and good luck messages from the teachers.
Whilst this played out on the big screen, Take That’s Never Forget was used as the backing music.
There was barely a dry eye in the house – except, that is, for me and Joshua.
We only moved to this area 18 months ago and Josh only spent Year 6 at that school so he wasn’t that emotionally involved.
I remember my last day at school I couldn’t get away from the place quick enough.
I rushed home and burnt all my exercise books!
At the time I thought this was brilliant, but I now regret it because all my memories have gone up in smoke.
Lou: I went to a tiny little village primary school and when I got to Year 6 I really didn’t want to leave.
I’ve always hated change, but also I’d absolutely loved it at my cosy little school with under 100 pupils and all of five classes.
I knew that my new school, with over 1,300 pupils, would be absolutely terrifying in comparison!
On the last day we all took felt tip pens into the playground and were allowed to let the other children sign and draw on our school uniform.
I remember deliberately wearing my disgusting yellow gingham summer dress that day so there was more surface area to draw on.
I’ve still got that dress somewhere, though I’ve not seen it for years. I wonder where it is?
I’m not surprised Jez didn’t cry when his son left primary school. Apparently he didn’t even cry when Josh was born, so you can’t expect him to show emotion at a trivial thing like the end of his son’s childhood.