Last night Theresa and I kept an appointment to see Elysia’s class teacher. This was the second of such appointment, so it looks like they do this once a semester. Mrs Jan Mattingley has a perpetual blush, speaks rather softly and appears to be very pleased with Elysia. What we appreciated very much was the fact that Elysia was included in a number of programs as she showed capacity and enthusiasm to do more. Some kids have the capacity but not the enthusiasm. The only complaint, if one can call it that, Mrs Mattingley had was the speed of Elysia’s speech. Theresa and I nodded emphatically in agreement when she said that. “You should try having Elysia talk to you at that speed at 7.30 in the morning”, I told Mrs Mattingley as she retold the story of how she had to cope with these bullet-train deliveries yesterday morning while driving Elysia and a few other kids to a leadership seminar organised by World Vision, in Ringwood (north east of us). Needless to say, both Theresa and I came away from that interview pleased as peach. I had gone to the school tired and not feeling like dinner. When I left however, I was spirited and when we went to Red Rooster to “celebrate”, Theresa and I polished off half a chook. We don’t usually eat that much. We came back to another 2-hour treat of 24 (preceded by Jamie Oliver), the second of such treats this week. So it was a very pleasant evening indeed. Cold, but warm insider.
I guess it was particularly pleasing seeing that Elysia had coped despite our initial apprehension about her skipping a year. She had completed Standard 4 in Malaysia and to have her enrolled in Year 6 was a bit of an adventure, especially as she also has to cope with a completely new way of life in a new country. We were quite prepared for her to revert to Year 5 in the second semester, had it been deemed necessary by the school. As it were, she is quite at home in Year 6. Thank you, Mrs Mattingley. Thank you, God.
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