the smug school
the super school
the ‘my friends like this’ school
the glowing reports school
Girl1 having done the tests in November, we now have to visit any number of schools to find a good match for her. Of course, the results of the tests will determine what the options actually are, but in the meantime we get to trek round south and east Belfast, nibbling in Home Economics classrooms, and being grossed out, or otherwise entertained, in science labs.
It’s interesting how the schools choose to sell themselves, what they tell us about themselves in word, deed and attitude. What opportunities will Girl1 have? How will she be supported? What kind of young woman will she grow into?
I’ve been a bit overwhelmed so far; so much information, so many options. Late nights (I’m still not in pyjamas by 9.30!), lots of standing, hoards of people. Chatty children, uniform options, Girl2 being swayed by the food choices.
There are weeks of this ahead. By the end of January, I fear all the schools may have merged into one in my mind. I won’t lose interest, but I may lose the ability to differentiate between chemistry labs.
All that money spent on glossy prospectuses won’t have been wasted at all.