So yesterday we woke up to find the email from online admissions to tell us what school A had got into had arrived. For some reason I didn’t expect it that early; I thought I would check in a slightly blasé way a few hours later and be like ‘oh the email’s here!’, and then open it to hopefully see that we had got our first choice.
Unfortunately we opened the email to see that we had in fact got our third choice, which was a bit of a shock. I really didn’t think we wouldn’t get our first or second choice, and to be honest I was really clinging to the hope of getting our first.
Our third choice and the one to which Ava has been accepted is actually the Primary school that I went to as well as my mum and other family! It’s not that it’s not a decent school, because it is, and I know people will remind us of that, but I still don’t want her to go there.
I know Ava will settle in and flourish wherever she goes. She’s a clever, kind, caring girl and she’ll do brilliantly at any school. I feel like it is kind of more about the lifestyle a particular school brings and the friendships we might both make that is the biggest reason I am upset.
The school we want her to go to is in a really lovely village; the village we hope to move to soon, near family, and is where she goes to nursery now. We can go for a walk by the river or play on the park after she’s finished, or take a little walk up to Grandma’s house and spend some time with her after a day at school. It would also mean that her Grandma could pick her up from school very easily sometimes as the school is just round the corner from her, as it is from her Auntie and Uncle.
I also think – and it’s based on experience – that she is much less likely to fall into the wrong crowds at the school we would like her to go to. I know we just have to bring our children up the right way and hope that they will make the right choices, but I know all about peer pressure and how hard it can be to keep making the correct choice when faced with that.
I will be going to the school twice a day, five days a week and I want to be going to a place I love, where I feel happy. Not a place that doesn’t bring back the best memories from when I went there.
Of course the most important thing is that Ava will be happy, and I’m sure she will be wherever she ends up going. I’m just very sad right now that what I had pictured for her, and for us may not happen now.
We are going to appeal though; I can’t just accept our third choice as I am really not happy with it and I really don’t want my daughter to go there. It’s not a very nice thing to have hanging over us for the forseeable future and having no idea what the outcome will be, but hopefully it will all be worth it in the end.