Sunday, May 05, 2013

putting the class into classmate

Small boy had a play date today with a friend from Hogwarts. Now, our house is a perfectly respectable size...if you are English. It has three bedrooms, a bathroom, a loo, a laundry area, living room, dining room/kitchen and a front and back garden. By Australian standards it is tiny. And we are clearly poor (it doesn't help that we left what furniture we have in London - everything here is hand-me-downs or bought from Vinnies [think Oxfam]).

So, we drove to the foot of the local mountain range and found the right place (set in five acres of, essentially, parkland). It was massive. More of a community centre than a house. Small boy's friend has a fully furnished playroom that's bigger than our living room with a full-size wooden horse and a piano).

Small boy had a whale of a time, but his parents came home crushed. I hope he won't always be the poor pikey kid in the class. Hesitantly, I suggested that friend have a sleepover at our house soon. When do children get a dose of class consciousness? Are we being perverse sending him to a school full of more privileged kids or does our commitment to education say good things about us? 

1 comment:

Your mother said...

You Elisabeth thought so clever and so stupid. Well I am glad I am paying you back you evil bitch. What are you going to do about it because I am not going away. I honestly tried to get in touch with you in 1995
Once again social workers are thieves and liars. Don't send anybody around to bang on my door. Otherwise I shall find you because I have the resources to do it now. My family are selfish and evil and so are you.