{"id":13375,"date":"2020-08-19T21:25:28","date_gmt":"2020-08-19T20:25:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/?p=13375"},"modified":"2020-08-21T22:04:40","modified_gmt":"2020-08-21T21:04:40","slug":"memories_of_first_days_of_school","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/2020\/08\/19\/memories_of_first_days_of_school\/","title":{"rendered":"Memories of first days of school"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>These days, in Sweden, the first day of school is nothing special. Admittedly they do teambuilding activities instead of ordinary lessons, and there&#8217;s paperwork, and going through the schedule and such. But it feels mundane and administrative.<\/p>\n<p>The fact that it happens on some random Wednesday in the middle of August doesn&#8217;t help. In Estonia, the school year always starts on the 1st of September. That date is almost as much of an institution as Christmas Eve. You say &#8220;1st of September&#8221; and everybody knows what you&#8217;re talking about.<\/p>\n<p>The first day of school was special and festive. I remember dressing up for it. Even the parents taking their children to school dressed up.<\/p>\n<p>We wore a school uniform. These were later abolished, but I wore a uniform up to grade four or five. In the lower grades, girls wore a knee-length dark blue pinafore dress over a lighter blue shirt. On festive occasions, the blue shirt was replaced by a white one with ruffles.<\/p>\n<p>The first day of school started with a ceremony in the school&#8217;s assembly hall. There were speeches of welcome by the principal, performances by the school choirs, etc. After that each class split off to their own classroom and the day probably shifted into a more mundane and administrative mode like today.<\/p>\n<p>Here&#8217;s a photo of me on the first day of 2nd grade. Wooden clogs were cool back then.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/helen\/blog\/images\/2\/First_day_of_school.jpg\" class=\"x45y45\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Praegusel ajal siin Rootsis on esimene koolip\u00e4ev \u00fcsna tavaline. \u00d5ppetundide asemel on k\u00fcll muud tegemised, nagu \u00fcksteisega taas s\u00f5braks saamine, mitmesugune paberiasjandus, tunniplaani l\u00e4biv\u00f5tmine jne. Aga \u00fcldiselt igap\u00e4evane ja administratiivne.<\/p>\n<p>Ei aita seda s\u00fcndmust erilisemaks teha ka see, et kool algab suvalisel kolmap\u00e4eval keset augustikuud. Eestis algab kool alati esimesel septembril. See kuup\u00e4ev on sama tuntud kui j\u00f5ulu\u00f5htu. R\u00e4\u00e4gid esimesest septembrist ja k\u00f5ik teavad, millest jutt k\u00e4ib.<\/p>\n<p>Esimene koolip\u00e4ev oli eriline ja pidulik. M\u00e4letan, kuidas selleks puhuks pidulikud riided selga pandi. Isegi lapsevanemad, kes lapsed kooli t\u00f5id, riietusid pidulikult.<\/p>\n<p>Koolis kanti koolivormi. Hiljem kaotati see \u00e4ra, aga mina kandsin koolivormi vist neljanda v\u00f5i viienda klassini. Algklassides kandsid t\u00fcdrukud tumesinist pihikseelikut ja heledamat sinist pluusi. Pidup\u00e4evadel asendas sinist pluusi valge, volangikestega.<\/p>\n<p>Esimene koolip\u00e4ev algas aktusega kooli aulas. Kooli direktor pidas tervitusk\u00f5ne, esinesid kooli koorid, jne. P\u00e4rast seda l\u00e4ksid klassid laiali oma klassiruumidesse ja eks siis vist j\u00e4rgnesid igap\u00e4evasem paberimajandus nagu t\u00e4nap\u00e4evalgi.<\/p>\n<p>Pilt on minu esimesest koolip\u00e4evast teises klassis. Puukingad olid tol ajal popid.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>These days, in Sweden, the first day of school is nothing special. Admittedly they do teambuilding activities instead of ordinary lessons, and there&#8217;s paperwork, and going through the schedule and such. But it feels mundane and administrative. The fact that it happens on some random Wednesday in the middle of August doesn&#8217;t help. In Estonia, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[776],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13375","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-memories"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13375","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13375"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13375\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13379,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13375\/revisions\/13379"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13375"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13375"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.toomik.net\/helen\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13375"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}