La rentrée scolaire

Today is the day when all over France the kids go back to school, or move up to their new school. Catrin went back last Thursday, so we took her in for 8h30 as usual, but Gwilym wasn't due at school till 9h15, so we stopped by the town hall in Pessac for a coffee on the way.

The 6° is quite a big group this year. There are at least four classes. Gwilym is in 6° bleu, with 29 children.

The kids are received with a bit of ceremony - the head stands outside the classroom with the form teacher and calls each child's name in turn. The child goes up and is greeted, then stands with their class. Then when all are there they proceed into the classroom and the head goes on to the next class. Davey being near the beginning of the alphabet, Gwilym's class got welcomed first.

I am looking forward to seeing Gwilym's timetable because with Catrin's timetable added in I will be able to work out mine a little better. Pat won't know hers for another fortnight, so I may have to make some adjustments later on!

The keen-eyed should spot Pat's profile and may spot G DAVEY on the back of an England football shirt.

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Anonymous said…
England football shirt eh? In France! Now there's a courageous fellow. It should make for an interesting talking point but at what pitch and volume the conversation may be conducted in is open to conjecture.

Jesting apart, I'm sure that all readers of this blog will join in wishing both Catrin and Gwilym God's richest blessings as their education progresses.
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