
All I remember were my daughter’s bouncing, white-blonde piggy tails and piercing blue eyes staring straight up at me, her hands on her hips. “If I have to do one more finger painting I’m going to SCREAM!” It was just another day of pre-school, and boy, was she not happy about it.
I had already decided that, with her being born on July 24, she was not going to be one of those kids sent to school early. It was October, and Kindergarten enrolments had been and gone. None of my mothers’ group or my other friends were sending their kids early, none of the mummy bloggers either, and all advice from the pre-school teachers and experts on the matter pointed toward keeping her at pre-school for another year.
However, something was niggling at me. Perhaps it was the fact that I could see she was not enjoying the pre-school curriculum at all. She kept telling me she was so bored. She never wanted to sleep at nap time, and was prevented from doing anything else instead. She was regarded rebellious by the pre-school; a bit of a problem child. I realised she couldn’t sit still at home either. She couldn’t even watch TV for more than 10 minutes. She would get frustrated, always wanting to be out and about. With a toddler to deal with, too, that wasn’t so easy.
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I started high school at age 11. The first year was great but the following 3, not so much. Academically I kept up, or surpassed, my peers but I suffered severe bullying based upon the fact I was physically “behind” them. I didn’t go though puberty until year 9 when my peers had started several years earlier. Typically, the teenagers at my school picked on me because I was different. Flat chested, no curves, I was called Conrad straight. Swimming lessons were the worst because it was obvious I was underdeveloped compared to others and I was always reminded of it. I was 4’11” when most of my peers were well over 5’, I was bullied about that too until year 10 when I finally hit my growth spurt. I guess what made it worse was my parents also commented on my physical appearance, as a joke they said, but I had no respite at home. I hope high school has changed and this young girl doesn’t have to go through what I did. Unfortunately I know it had not when my kids were in high school 10 years ago.
I went to school at her age and it was never an issue socially or emotionally when youre young. But it does really begin to suck when you are 15 and all your friends can already drive, when you are 17 and everyone is having 18ths at clubs you cant get into, or going to schoolies. And for the first half of your first year at uni when you cant go to any of the social events that have alcohol. It sucks right up to the point when everyone else turns 21 in one year, then by the time its your party the next year they're all sick to death of them. I cant say its exactly been a huge issue in my life because I still have plenty of friends and was more than capable of organising non alcoholic hang outs when I need to, but others would have struggled.