|By Betty, aged 5|
As I walked Betty up to her classroom, it dawned on me that this would be very last time we would be making this walk together. The walk up to her little Reception classroom, a little haven, tucked away at the back of the school.
Betty has been at school one whole year, and today we are saying goodbye to Reception, and Betty's amazing teacher. A teacher I credit with single-handedly teaching Betty how to read and write, and making her feel completely secure and happy in her first year at school.
In the last year, Betty has flourished, and grown and changed as a person.
She now says 'awesome' in response to everything; she has set her sights on the boy she is going to marry; she comes home singing a new song she has learnt almost daily; she is obsessed with the Olympics; she has made many good friends; she has learnt to skip with a rope; her favourite game is 'horses'; she draws around twenty identical pictures of a rainbow each day; and she has two new 'grown-up' teeth.
Betty is very much looking forward to the summer holidays, but also to starting Year 1 in September...