The philosophy of lost property

People of Year 2,

Another week full of hard work and lost water bottles. In the time I have been teaching I have developed my understanding of pedagogical craft and the workings of a child’s mind. There is however, one thing I shall never grasp, and believe it to be only truly discovered in a buried book of wisdom discovered by archaeologists of the future…’Where do the water bottles go?’ ‘Where do the cardigans go?’ ‘Is there a Bermuda Triangle somewhere on the grounds of every school?’  Even when said items are named, tagged, labelled, covered in stickers and the like,  they disappear and I wish to reassure the public that I do not have an alternative career passing these items on at a reduced price. The reassurance I can offer is that, like the lost jets of the Bermuda Triangle, these items often reappear in the most bizarre locations, sometimes months later. Not so long ago, a young man in my class lost an item of clothing. Said young man had never played, nor showed any interest in playing netball, least of all competitively. After an unsuccessful search of virtually every nook and cranny and many months later, his clothing appeared with the netball bibs. I wake up in the night with unanswered questions….how does this happen?

Please be reassured, then, that sometimes our lost articles are returned but sometimes they disappear, never to be seen again.

This week we have worked on number bonds to ten and extended to one hundred. We have attempted to rewrite The Three Little Pigs and discussed the folly of using unsuitable materials to construct a home.

We have made a start on an exciting collage scene of the Great Fire and have learnt about Tudor Houses. It’s all go.

Just a reminder that the Meet the Teacher gathering is on Monday and will be followed in the evening by a Sats information meeting at 6:30pm. I look forward to seeing you then.

Miss Castillo