‘No’ my son says when I ask if he had lunch today. ‘No’ when I ask him if he did any drawing. ‘No’ when I ask him if he’s made any friends, ‘no’ if he’s at least learned a single classmate’s name and ‘no’ if he’s even once all day sat down at a desk. We were warned about this during his induction, the self-same session where roughly 20% of the presentation we received seemed to be about making sure we didn’t follow our kids into the classroom, weeping, ourselves.
There, his incoming teachers said that shock to the system of so many new faces and activities could create a sort of logjam in their heads, leaving them reluctant to brief you on the ins and outs of their day. Which is fair enough, I guess, but I hadn’t expected the total omertà to which we’ve been subjected.
