The new school: The rugby team
Team sport can be tough if you’re not one of the good ones. The chosen few. The A team. That’s the way it has always been for my eldest. He used to try, he really did, but he was never quite good enough for the coaches, the teachers, the other kids. He played for a rugby club for about five years, but spent nearly all of his time freezing to death as a sub. That’s really not a lot of fun and definitely not good for...
The new school: Catty behaviour
Everybody says it. Girls are catty. Girls are nasty. But I’d never seen it myself. I know some girls struggle with other girls being nasty from as young as 6 or 7, but my daughter has never experienced it. I like to think it’s because she’s so nice, but I know the reality is that she’s just lucky. She’s never been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Never had that face that someone has taken a dislike...
The new school – first parents’ evening
My daughter has been in Year 7 at a girls’ grammar school for half a term now. She has settled in incredibly well and has made a lovely group of friends. She couldn’t be happier – and I couldn’t be happier for her. It is worked out for her exactly as I hoped it would. But she’s always had a small niggle in the back of her mind that she might not be ‘clever enough’. This is entirely based on...
