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End of an Era


Posted in Family on Wednesday 27 July 2011

Our daughter left her primary school (year 6, age 11) last week. She had a series of leaver's activities in the last few weeks of term - leaver's prom, leaver's picnic and several performances of a play, Pirates of the Currybean.

Most poignant, from a parent's point of view anyway, was their leaver's assembly. The whole of year 6 staged an assembly in front of the other pupils, and us parents, and spoke about their memories of the school and showed some great pictures - not just from year 6 but from their whole time at the school.

They also sang some songs - some happy, and one particularly sad, Goodbye My Friend which I recorded and put on the school website.  The laughter you can hear during part of the song is when the headmaster was walking round the hall handing out tissues! (And yes, I did need one!)

I cobbled together the (very appropriate) words of this song using this Bebo page and a bit of editing, it seems to be pretty much unknown on the internet which seems odd:

Another summer time has come, those endless days just filled with fun

and yet this summer time will be a little different for me.

Though many brightly shining lights are beckoning,

right here right now will always be special to me.

And so it's...

Goodbye my friend, its not the end how could it be when we've got

such memories to set us free when we find out being grown up

isn't all that it's cracked up to be.

Here's where i learnt to use a pen and count in multiples of ten,

here's where i learned of foreign lands and how to swim without armbands.

Though opportunity is knocking at my door,

right here right now is what really matters to me

And so it's...

Goodbye my friend, its not the end how could it be when we've got

such memories to set us free when we find out being grown up

isn't all that it's cracked up to be.

And who knows when we're old grey we'll raise a glass to yesterday

we'll talk of characters long gone and wonder how they're getting on.

And i hope that our paths will cross again some day.

Right here right now will always be precious to me

And So it's...

Goodbye my friend, its not the end how could it be when we've got

such memories to set us free when we find out being grown up

isn't all that it's cracked up to be.

Pass the tissues

I think there are 2 reasons why these events are so emotional for parents - firstly as a parent your involvement with school at primary level is necessarily heavy - e.g. interaction with teachers, helping them with their work and physically visiting school for drop off and pick up. So a parent's attachment to a primary school is strong, more so than a secondary school I suspect.

Secondly, and most importanly, the end of primary school is simply a very real realisation of the passage of time: Our little girl is not so little anymore - very much the end of an era.


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