Actually it's second, but 'second day back' doesn't have the same ring, does it?
There were too many nervous parents. The 'old boys' were moving from 'junior school' to 'middle school'. They were moving from short shorts to long trousers. Instead of little plastic school bags they now have sports bags and a school-issue back-pack.
At lunch they would now be able to choose from a wide selection instead of being given a specific menu. (Junior school pupils would take too long to make up their minds, I imagine.)
So 3.40pm, give or take, parents were gathered to pick up our children. Son was making some 'happy gestures' while waiting to be dismissed.
He was all excited because, "Guess what? I was given my piano certificate today, and I received it from Mr B (the headmaster)." He was chuffed.
"I was the only one from Form I who was given a certificate."
"I was the first one to be called."
Then it was how they would all get their first house point if they could manage to remember their caps the next day.
And they now have their Prep Book, kept always in their school blazer, and he has some Prep to complete (sticking the sticky plaster-protector-thing onto the Prep Book.
He was so excited, so happy. When he got home he talked in such a grown-up way it felt like I left a seven-year-old little boy at school at 8.40am and seven hours later I got back a seven-year-old very polite young man instead.
He duly completed his Prep, did his piano practice, and was able to relax for the rest of the day.
No problems with writing so far. He's been writing names and information at various places and they are all legible. What a pleasant surprise!