Well, we've done it. We made it through our first week of Preps. It took us a long time to get here, but we've survived the hard stuff.
From here it all gets easier.......
*snork, snuffle.... yeah, right!*
Monday was fine. I dropped Magilla off at school, then headed off to work, came back from work in time to collect her.
Tuesday, I rocked up to school in the afternoon to collect her, and just as the parents are all filing in to pick up their offspring, what do I hear??
“Would Magilla from Preppies please come to the office? Magilla from Preppies, please come to the office.”
So I marched over to the office to ask what was happening and of course they replied with the obvious: “And who are you??”
Hahhahaha. I explained that my daughter is Magilla and she’s in Preppies with Mrs Teacher.
The lady in the office said that most likely it was nothing unusual – my daughter had probably gotten lost or something.
I figured that with Magilla being Magilla it was indeed a most likely scenario, so I wandered to her classroom. I saw her on the way, too. Playing in the water at the drink fountains. Rather than the water running down the drains, they’ve got buckets under the plughole at the trough and they use the runoff on the gardens.
My girl and another were happily splashing away.
I saw Mrs Teacher and said hi, I heard the announcement for Magilla, and she said that it wasn’t anything too worrying – just that my girl hadn’t come in when the bell had rung, and she wasn’t quite sure where she was.
I pointed to where the ratbag was, just as she spotted me and came running.
Mrs Teacher then got down to Magilla’s level and explained that when the bell rings, she’s supposed to come line up with all the other preps, and not keep playing. (To which the she replied: I wasn’t playing – typical 5yo!)
I did suggest that Mrs Teacher may find it necessary at some stage to put Magilla in the corner and I had no objections, but she replied that that was a bit old fashioned and she has other ways of getting children to behave.
I guess my patented suggestion of organ donations for dsicipline and financial reward wouldn't be appreciated.
On Wednesday I arrive at the school in the afternoon to find that she now has a boyfriend. His mum told me - she found it quite amusing in a disconcerting kind of way.
I do think it's cute the way they walk home from school holding hands, but for goodness' sake! I was 20 when I had my first boyfriend (GD in year 8 for 3 days doesn't count).
Thursday she was off where she shouldn't be come home time, again, and friday she was actually where she should be.
*phew* I'm exhausted after that.
There are parent/teacher meetings next week and I put my name down for that, but I'm wondering if second thoughts might not be in order!
Magilla has strong opinions and no hesitation about voicing them. I hope there aren't too many suffering from delicate sensibilities in her vicinity.
The Drum Theatre is proud to present the world premier of Haneef - The Interrogation. This piece is an edited dramatisation of the interrogation of Dr. Mohamed Haneef, the Indian born doctor, who was the first person to be arrested under Australia’s new anti-terrorism laws.
This powerful production draws no conclusions as to “guilt” or “innocence” and stays faithful to the transcripts. One’s sympathies shift back and forwards, from the baffled but helpful suspect to his dogged but courteous interrogators. In the end we feel, as will the audience that Haneef may know far more than he reveals; just as it is equally possible that anyone - even you - would find it impossible to prove your complete ignorance of other people’s criminal knowledge or intent.
Writer Graham Pitts is a nationally recognised playwright who has won many awards. He is best known for his play “Emma - Celebrazione” and his plays and films made with the East Timorese over the past twenty years.
Since I live in the area where it's playing, I've decided to take some time out and have a look at this play.
I stayed away from Hicks the Musical, but it's about time I demonstrated that I had earned my membership for the VRWC.
Any Death Beasts or Blairistas in the neighbourhood are more than welcome to join me - after all, misery loves company. :)
If I do make it and survive the evening, I'll provide a review for all and sundry.
Who knows, it may even be a marvellous and powerful piece of work.*
*Not holding out too much hope - after all, the pieces about it in the papers tend to focus on how hard done by Dr Haneef was, and
Writer Graham Pitts said he was driven to create the play because he felt the Haneef case highlighted a culture of fear cultivated by new anti-terrorism laws.
"I thought, `I've had enough of this'," Mr Pitts said.
He said he felt a "real resentment of anti-terrorism laws that had been passed by this country".
Pitts said the play was based entirely on the transcripts of Dr Haneef's interrogation.
He admitted that the play would contribute to the media spotlight on Dr Haneef, but said "only in a way that I think he will appreciate".
"It certainly doesn't label him as a terrorism suspect," he said.
The TMI Files. Heredity And The Five (And A Half) Year Old.
Discussion in the car yesterday:
Magilla: Mum, did you say last week that I have your dad's ears and your eyebrows?
Me: Yes I did. You have my dad's ears, my hair and eyebrows, and your dad's mouth and nose and skin.
Magilla: Oh. How?
Me: Well, you're made up of your dad and I, just as I'm made up of my parents. I have my dad's nose and my mum's mouth. Auntie T looks like my mum, like I do, and Uncle M looks like Pop. You look like your dad.
Magilla: You don't look like Grandma.
Me: That's because Grandma isn't my mum. My mum, your nana, got sick and died before you were born. Then Pop met Grandma and they liked each other a lot, and loved each other so they got married. And Pop got sick and died last year.
Magilla: Grandma must be trying really hard not to kill herself, hey, Mum?
This is not an exact transcript, but near enough lol! I nearly drove off the road laughing!
For the record, I spoke to Grandma this morning just to make sure she's still trying not to kill herself.