So Eldest is in his first year at Senior School. That is First Form in old money and Year 7 in today’s new-fangled counting system.
The school has a very active House System. There are 6 houses named after Old Boys of the school. Eldest was very happy to be placed in Bell. Not because of the accomplishments of its namesake, of which Eldest can tell me very little, but because their house colour is purple. His favourite. And so his tie has a purple stripe. And if he makes Head of House in Year 12 he will get a blazer with purple trim. This is now his aim. Purely for fashion reasons.
All his form are in Bell. He was elected Year 7 House Captain and gets a , yes you guessed it, purple lapel badge.
There are numerous House Events. The usual sport, music, drama, debating. But also some more unusual ones. So far this year he has been House Ten Pin Bowling, House Water Sporting and other such fun activities. He gets to mix with the older years and generally have a ball.
Bell have been ahead all year. According to Eldest this is very unusual. They have not won for five years at least. I like to think their Year 7s are particularly strong. But I may be biased. At the end of every term the leading house has its house colours suspended from the flag pole. Photos have been acquired.
So over all we are fans of the House system. And then Eldest came home with an instruction to write an entry for House Poetry. He wasn’t best pleased. The poem had to start with one of three Shakespearean lines. And had to be between 12 and 30 lines long. He stormed and riled against it. It hung over us all through half term. And then on the last day he dashed off the poem below. I think it is quite good for a 12 year old. Again biased.
I had written one for him to ‘pretend’ with in a worst case scenario. But his is better to my mind.
So there you are. Sometimes it is good to be forced to do things that one finds difficult. You might just surprise yourself.
When I consider everything that grows
I think of the smallest of creatures to the largest
I think of the loudest to the quietest
The predator to the prey
The oldest to the young
The different places with life
Africa to Antarctica
The varieties of animals
The difference in types
Prehistoric to the modern day
When I think of life
I think of myself
How I have grown up
Mentally and physically
All the memories I have embraced.