Primary One

On January 5, 2015, in family, by omegaforest

2015 was another significant year. We have moved into a new estate and more importantly, Megan goes to Primary one.

We are not morning person. I could imagined kiddo waking up at 5am for school.

A feel of the classroom

A feel of the classroom

We found ourselves transported back to our primary school days. Each parents sat at their child’s table, following the instruction from the form teacher. She had prepare 70 slides, which all of us diligently follow through. The difference was, the mobile phone became the most advanced tool for taking notes.

A little play during orientation

A little play during orientation

The modern day classroom had not changed much. Except for the whiteboard, the tables and chairs looked so familiar. School bags were more graphical with the Frozen theme high up on the chart!

Nothing much has changed in classroom furniture

Nothing much has changed in classroom furniture

2015 bag trend!

2015 bag trend!

The new school compound was huge and spacious. The lift looked like a luxury item! Looking back, I used to climb 5 floors to my P6 classroom. I did not recalled lift installed in my secondary and JC blocks.

Lift!

Lift!

We met Megan in the canteen. The P4 sister assigned to guide her looked kind of worried. They were running around and eventually we found out that on the first day of school, she had lost her water bottle! Interestingly, we did not find out what she had for lunch!

Looking on the bright side, she seemed to have blend in well. Perhaps no homework had been assigned! As the P1 returned to the classroom, the parents went back for a 2nd round of talk.

A brief moment before she heads back to class

A brief moment before she heads back to class

A new journey!
For many of the P1, it was a new experience heading back home. To me, the school bus was an interesting space as we get to interact with friends from different classes and levels. We used to play cards, games and even pointed middle fingers to strangers at public bus stops. During my days, it took me an hour to reach home. I had made many good friends but were also bullied by a few seniors. School bus journeys were still an awesome memories.

Going home...

Going home…

Now my child was retracing our footsteps and we wished her the best!

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