Omani B's "Blog"

It is now 2007 and we are beginning our third year in Muscat. In some ways, time has flown by. Taj is starting schol this year, Greg is now running the experiential education program at school, and Ellen is now hired to be at school 80%. oman is also changing quickly. The country seems to have reacted well to cyclone Gonu, but there is still a lot of devestation and many people lost a substantial ammount. Decelopment of the country continues as well. What will the year bring?

Friday, August 31, 2007

Taj's First Day of School

Last Monday, Taj went to school for the first time. His classroom is called EC (Early Childhood) 1. There are 13 children (from 8 different countries) in his class and there are 3.5 teacher/assistants working with them. His first day of school was actually a day after the rest of the school. This was because, there was a coordinator that wanted to spend the whole first day with EC 2 and then the next with EC1.






Taj was very excited to start school. He biked the 100 meters to the school entrance, skipped to class, and was happy to be left with all the new faces and toys. Little does he know, he has just jumped through the first of many hopes offerd by education. Soon, he will be petitioning his High School Counselor trying to wiggle out of calculus.






The morning of his first day, Ellen and I were okay, but teary-eyed as we thought of our little boy growing up too fast. We had composed ourselves again until we entered school and one of our fellow teachers become all choked up as she saw us in the hallway. Every teacher we saw gave Taj high-fives, which encouraged him, but made me feel heavy with the weight of the situation. There were some sreaming kids as we entered the room and Mrs. Julie (the coordinator of both ECs) expertly shooed us out in case Taj had second thoughts. Actually her directions were probably as much for us as they were for Taj.






At 12:30, I picked Taj up and he and I talked as we headed home for lunch. He was all smiles and recounted playing with cars and trains, but could not recall any of the other children he played with:).






The second day of school seemed to start the same, but when we arrived at the classroomo, Taj looked at us and said, "I am not going in there". We had to leave him in the hall with the teachers and rush off to our own responsibilities. There were no tears and later, Mrs. Julie told us all had gone well. His third day of school is tomorrow, we shall see how this transition evolves.

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