Transition Day.

It’s like Independence Day.

Only with classrooms. And fear. And less fireworks.

I don’t think the school governors would spring for fireworks. I don’t think Health and Safety would like it much, either.

Transition Day. Nothing at all like Independence Day.

Yesterday was Transition Day at Chipmunks’ school. The dreaded day when the children find out who their teacher will be next year, and which of their friends will still be in their class. The school has been really good with Chipmunk and, as they did last year, they have already taken him on a tour of the Year 3 area to familiarise him with it. This was great as it does as much as possible to dissipate the nerves before he has to actually move into Year 3!

For my part, I can’t quite believe that my baby is going to be in the Junior section of the school. How fast did those infant years zoom by??

So anyway, Chipmunk discovered that he is in a lovely class next year, and that his teacher is fantastic. Apparently one of the girls he is with ran over to him just to say how lovely she thought the teacher was. This is brilliant, and I am really pleased.

I am also really pleased that he is no longer with SuperBrat™. I can’t really reveal too much about SuperBrat™ without identifying him. Suffice it to say that one of his parents is a VIP within the school, and so SuperBrat™ uses this to his distinct advantage. Chipmunk has been stuck with SuperBrat™ ever since he started in Reception, and now, finally, he will be free of him! Hurrah!

There is, however, a down side to all of this happiness. (You knew it was coming, don’t pretend otherwise!)

Chipmunk has been separated from Miss Fifi next year. Also for the first time since Reception.

I am sure they have not done it on purpose. I am sure they didn’t even think about it. But that’s kind of the problem, you see. They have all of these reports stating that Chipmunk finds it really difficult to make friends. Therefore the ones he has connected with are all the more important. And the class teacher and the SENCO know about his relationship with Miss Fifi. They know how close they are, and how special she is to him. She just ‘gets’ him. And compensates accordingly.

So, I am really sad that they are not together next year. I’m also worried about how he’s going to cope with it, but trying not to show him that I’m worried. And she’ll be in the classroom next door to him – it’s just not the same.

It’s not as if she can come hurtling through to rescue him if he needs her…

…Although…

…Knowing Miss Fifi…

Anyway, there’s nothing we can do about it, so I’ll just have to swallow the lump in my throat and wish for the best. And hope that he doesn’t get into a situation where he needs rescuing.

And besides…

There’s always the playground.

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