Dear Anya,
Off travelling again and finally have some more time to write to you. After the excellent little more than a year long stint at West Wind, you were amongst the “fortunate few” to have be accepted to the Cathedral and John Connon School pre primary section. Obviously, by now, you know that this is not only my alma mater but also that of your favourite aunt and about two dozen other aunts, uncles, cousins and even a grand aunt.
It’s been a little over a month now since you started school as always, you seem to have settled in quite nicely. You have car pool with two ots in the area and although we wondered how you would take to that, you’ve done pretty well in your usual characteristic manner. In school, you’ve taken nicely to your class, classmates and teachers. What’s more, school has rewarded you with a large sandpit and gives you enough time to spend in it. For some (and especially you at this time), this could be utopia!
For me, it’s been a bit of a trip down nostalgia lane. From walking in to school for the interview to finally finding out you had made it and then coming to pick you up from school one afternoon and running into many old classmates and schoolmates whose kids are also at school, while t all seemed like fun, it didn’t strike me how much it meant to me. I don’t know why; maybe it was the pre-primary section, a part of school that didn’t even exist when I was at school (and yet was probably where the original school started out 150 years ago!).
And then, the other day we were taking the lift down and in your usual way you were singing something. First I thought it might be one of the usual songs and was about to start singing along when about a moment later I realized you were singing “Prima in Indis, gateway of India”! The first few bars of the school song! I couldn’t help but join in. All of a sudden, it felt great inside. A sense of excitement that our lives would run in parallel for a little bit (off by a few years though!). There’s just something about great schools with a history and what’s more, a family history to go with it. I can’t torture you with writing about it since it’s something you experience and maybe not so much when you are at school, but when you’re children go to the same school.
Good luck with school Anya even though I know you don’t need it. You are at a great school and I’m happy to know that you will have a great education, find great friends and come out of this with great confidence.
As the school song says later on; “Let it rip, Let it thunder!”
Love always,
a
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