My daughter had the open evening for her new grammar school last week. She had literally been counting down the days to it. By the last couple of days, she was actually counting down the hours. She was so excited!
My daughter likes to be organised. She likes to know what’s happening in her life. She wanted to know what house she was in, what class she was in, who was in her class and when and where she can get her uniform. She is so excited about the uniform.
A few weeks ago, a girl who had left her primary school at the end of year 4 learned she had got a waiting list place at the school. She and my daughter have been messaging each other ever since. There’s nobody from my daughter’s school going (it was the same with my son and it wasn’t a problem at all for him), but it was nice for her to know there would be a familiar face there.
We arrived at the school and she discovered she was in the house she didn’t want to be in – the colour of the PE kit isn’t very nice, in her opinion. She scanned the list of names and her friend wasn’t in her class. But it was all fine.
All the girls sat at the front of the hall while a series of teachers and pupils talked about the school. They talked about the school being a family, about creating individuals who know what they want from life and have the skills to achieve that, of pupils who are well-rounded and can succeed in sport, music and the arts, as well as academically. (I interpreted this to mean they will definitely be fine with my daughter doing the panto for several more years, it remains to be seen whether this is true.) I still find it strange to hear the talk of ‘girls’ and ‘daughters’ without the addition of ‘and boys’ or ‘and sons’. I’m sure we will get used to it.
But I loved everything I heard. I am so happy that my daughter has a place at the school and I know she is very happy too.
The girls went off with their classes, their tutors and a few current year 7s to start to get to know each other.
It wasn’t long before we spotted my daughter walking along chatting animatedly to a little girl. A few minutes later, we spotted her chatting to the same girl.
Then they all played a game.
My daughter threw herself into it, as did most of the girls. Not once did she stop smiling. She was enjoying herself so much and, importantly, for any other 11 year old girls there, she looked exactly like the girl you would want to be friends with – open, friendly, happy and engaged. Who wouldn’t want to be friends with a girl like that?
The open evening was everything my daughter hoped for. Apart from the wrong colour PE kit. And she didn’t find out exactly where to get her uniform from. I guess we will have to get onto that soon before she bursts!