The Price Of Knowledge
As every Grandma knows when coming in from school, your grandchild will always insist on taking off their coat before the thick padded gloves and the struggle to extract a small body from outer garments ensues.
Then you are handed the “book bag” which has also tried to make an exit up a very small sleeve.
Ah…. The “book bag” that holder of knowledge and words
On Monday-I opened the bag, reached in and what do I find?
One squashed sandwich, two books, a portrait of me (doesn’t that warm your heart?) and……..
a demand, please send money to cover the cost of a new water bottle for use next term.
Tuesday, the bag of delights contained –a graphic report of a fight in the cloakroom, where my nearest and dearest is named and shamed, no books, but an astronomical invoice for the all-important school photographs that you are obliged to buy.
Wednesday………A portrait of my dog, (I have fell out of favour, we had to read rather than watch the telly) one book and a plea for cakes to sell at the Fayre tomorrow and a summons that I am to attend. Tickets will be on sale at the door.
Thursday…….2 Gold stars for exceptional work, a medical description of grazed knees and hands acquired in the playground, one book covered in oozy pink cream from the cake bought at the Fayre and…. You guessed it, a donation is required for the school hall, as it is in need of repair.
Friday……Three books (well it is the weekend) one thick padded glove, the other is missing, two works of modern art creatively composed and……… sticky and splodgey from thick gluey wet paint is the appeal for cash to help cover the cost of administration, such as paper, pens and ink.
This week we have learnt the words…is, then, that, went …and I am certain my granddaughter’s vocabulary is growing richer day by day –but words, contrary to popular belief, certainly don’t come cheap!
Footnote to Gael…….Perhaps I should have entitled this as “Granny Bonds”
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Gow lucky you are my dear friend Gyps.
Please ssk yourself; how many husbands return home with nothing in their hands or
brief case. You got a surprise by surprise. Not to bad is it? xxxM
Sorry not +++ Gow +++ How instead! M
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Nice story, watergypsy. Having worked with children of all ages for 25 years, you got it all right. Schools never stop asking for money. In the US, it is usually connected to sports. Every school of any size here, is ruled by sports. Nothing else seems to matter.
Those little ones do know how to pack a bag……..ha ha………You don’t want to know what the older ones pack…………trust me.
Good writing………thanks for the chuckles…..:)
I remember those days well Gyps, and how I would love them back, seems nothing changes much……… when my daughter was at junior school I would go in one morning a week to take the youngsters for cookery lessons, just basic fairy buns things like that, I always made sure the children had something presentable to take home, how it arrived I do not know..lol……..some of my sons efforts when he was in senior school are best not mentioned…..one big clump of peppermint creams to mind……oh the joys….. xx
What a lovely story.. I so enjoyed reading this and thank you for posting 🙂
the joys of school days, lovely to read about it. thank you
Gypsy, you seem to have the hang of it. Thank you for sharing your story.
Thank you all once again for your lovely comments.