Welcome to the Bluemoon blog! Thank so much for you interest in our school. This blog is designed as informal way of introducing myself and Bluemoon International Preschool to the Ugandan community. I hope this post is only the first of many and will give you am insight on the values our school stands for and what you will expect from us.
Without further adue, allow to narrate the story of how I decided I wanted to be a teacher.
When I was 5 years old, I was moved from my small and cozy preschool where I had felt safe and happy for almost three years and transferred to a bigger school where I was to start primary.
The thought of a big school is terrifying to a 5 year old. This wasn’t just any school. It was to be considered one of the best schools in the country.
My mum tells me that I could read and write by the time I was five. You know those Ladybird books that featured Peter and Jane adventures? I could read most of the levels by the time I joined Pre-primary at five years of age.
I was so spirited, determined and intelligent, my my tells me. I passed my interview with flying colors and got a place in the clever class. A class I only attended for about 4 months before gradually being demoted to the mediocre class and finally the dummie class.
Mum relates the story to me with a heavy heart. “You come home one day and you couldn’t read or write anymore.” Its true! I came from reading almost any material I was given to not even recognizing a single letter in the alphabet.
This set the pace for my primary school life which was filled with bad reports or teachers telling me I was lazy, or that I had to repeat a class, or that I was going to be a failure in life.
Fast forward almost 25 years (today) later as I sit behind my laptop typing this first post of many. I wouldn’t describe myself as a failure or lazy. If anything, I have always beaten the odds. You see, when I remember what I learnt in school, the most important parts I remember are not the academics (I was horrible at those), it is the skills, life lessons, friends and experiences that I remember.
Most of all, I remember bits and pieces from my very first school. I was participated in a race on sports day but even though I was among the last, my teachers cheered me on and gave me a certificate for finishing. Although my mind has forgotten her face and name, my heart have never forgotten the kindness of my preschool teacher.
Even at the age of three, I wanted to be a teacher. Not just any teacher, but the best teacher I could ever be- one whom my pupils’ hearts would remember for the rest of their lives.
With that little story, I welcome you to Bluemoon International Preschool. My staff and I are ready and eager to touch some young hearts.
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