My son started a new school yesterday. He has left the safe world of the primary school he has been attending for the last six years, and now has started intermediate. I walked with him to the assembly hall, and watched as he found a seat amongst some other boys. I couldn’t bring myself to leave right away, so I stood off to the side with some other worried looking parents. My son sat silently, making no attempt to talk to the other students. He looked thoroughly miserable in his brand new uniform and too big shoes. I felt a little miserable too. (more…)

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