It's something I've been dreading.
Picking out a nursery school for Violet.
My heart lurched when I opened it - I don't want her to go, I don't want her to go.
We've been inseparable for over two years.
I'm sure that picking out a school is hard at the best of times, but when you don't even come from the area and know nothing about the schools here, the decision is going to be nigh on impossible.
I don't want her to go.
From what I can gather, it is all verrrryyyyy competitive these days. What with everybody trying to get their child(ren) into the bestest, best of best school. I even remember one of my own friends turning to Catholicism in order for her children to go to, what was thought of as, the best school in her 'catchment area'. Turns out that little Catholic children bully other Catholic children the same as in any other school. Her eldest son, even though very gifted academically, suffered a miserable 5 years at senior school.
The thought of your child being bullied must be a parent's worst nightmare. I know that it's one, if not the, biggest concern of mine.
I don't want her to go.
Is it always harder to send your first born off to school do you think????
I don't want her to go.
There are Voluntary-Aided Schools
Community and Voluntary-controlled schools
Registered day nurseries
Registered pre-school groups
And, what's 'Reception Class'??
I don't want her to go.
I'm sure my mum and dad didn't have this sort of choice (or worry). Both my brother and I went to the local nursery, which was just a five minute walk up the road. Infants, and then Junior school followed. It wasn't until we were about to leave junior school that our parents gave us a choice of secondary education. My brother, being the bright one, went to Private school, and I chose the comprehensive, which was at the bottom of my street. OK, so I might have made a big mistake, but I was 10 and all my friends were going to the local comp. Needless to say, that my friends changed as soon as a new term at the new school started. Oh well, I didn't turn out too bad in the end.
I've got 69 pages to trawl through, so I'd better get on with it.
I DON'T WANT HER TO GO!
(If I say it loud enough someone will hear me).
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