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the one where I rant…

Posted on November 12, 2009

As I men­tioned on my last post we’re in the midst of try­ing to fig­ure out where to send Squidge to school.  One of the things I am doing in the hopes of increas­ing her chances of get­ting into school #1 is vol­un­teer­ing at the tod­dler group asso­ci­ated with school #1.  I enjoy it, I make tea, chat with some of the mums, laugh at the chil­dren, clean up, make more tea, clean up some more… all  in all not bad.  Today I was chat­ting w/ a  mum I know from another baby group we used to both attend.  Her daugh­ter is the same age as Squidge and she now has a lit­tle boy.  The ques­tion of school came up, of course.  I men­tioned my issues w/ my local school and how I wasnt’ sure what we were going to do.  So she tells me that I shouldn’t dis­miss the crappy local school because all the kids might be nasty lit­tle shits with par­ents who can’t be both­ered to par­ent at oth­ers schools too.  Weeee­heeeeeeeee­hell!  I wanted to pop her in the head I was so angry.  She lives across the street from one of the best schools in the city accord­ing to OFSTED.  A school w/ so many eager, intel­li­gent, edu­cated, well informed par­ents that they can’t help but do well.  I have seen how the chil­dren at my local school behave.  I have seen the par­ents and I KNOW what I know.  I know that the local school will spend more time and energy on the squeaky wheel.  I know that my daugh­ter, who we believe is highly intel­li­gent and clever beyond her years, will end up being aver­age.  Will her inquis­i­tive­ness be nur­tured?  Will she be lis­tened to when she notices some­thing or says some­thing clever?  Prob­a­bly not as they’ll be too busy ‘teach­ing’ the kids w/ froot shoots run­ning through their veins.  The ones that can barely get to school in the morn­ing because they stayed up passed 11.  Don’t eff­ing tell me I should take a chance on the school because you don’t think it’s that bad.  I don’t see you try­ing to get your kid into the school.  What I do see is some­one who bought a house across the street from an excel­lent school w/ an eye to get­ting your kids into the school.  So thank you very much for your kind words and your advice but I hope it doesn’t offend you if I tell you to stick it!

When I got home from the tod­dler group and told Wal what had hap­pened he just smiled, really what else could he do?!?!  He reminded me that we’re mov­ing.  He reminded me that things might change.  He reminded me that in the grand scheme of things it doesn’t mat­ter and I shouldn’t get soo stressed out.  I know he’s right. So I’m hav­ing a cup of tea and tak­ing some deep breathes. I’m remind­ing myself that all that mat­ters is my pod. That giv­ing this lit­tle girl the best pos­si­ble start and oppor­tu­ni­ties is what matters.

Es baking-5



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