First impressions

We went with Jamie to look at his new school and talk to his teacher yesterday. Sarah and I are both anxious about this, more than I think would even be normal in such a case, because he was so settled at a previous school. We decided to walk, in part because we are so pleased we can walk, and on the way he asked again in a very good-natured way about why he wasn't going back to St. Catherine's. We went over it with him and he pretty much accepted what we said.

When we got to school, it was very crowded and chaotic, but aside from slipping his little hand it ours occasionally Jamie betrayed no discomfort. We got to his classroom and he immediately walked all around looking at everything. We met his teacher and he was a little shy but responsive. His biggest thrill was discovering that there was a package of school supplies waiting for him and that he would have a table space all his own that he would keep throughout the year. When we were walking away he said he liked the classroom. My heart leapt. Then when we got home he immediately wanted to look through the supplies, which he did with great attentiveness. So, so far so good.