to move DD from her nice independent school where she has a scholarship because her brother didn't get offered one? (PART 2)

[middleschoolmuddle]

...just in case there is something else I need to hear.

I've had one of those noodle. Take it easy. A foot op here, but recovering well.

I can't stay away for some reason. it's not even that interesting

Yeah, this is my third! Fun isn't it?!

Yes I must admit I'm just milling about and waiting for MNHQ to get here. Perhaps they're having a busy day?

what, FloggingMolly people currently become nurses because they dont know how to be paleontologists?
Surely children have the right to make career choices based on full knowledge of things like salary?

It's fine for kids to know what jobs earn what. Of course it is.

I just don't feel the need for my kids (or anyone other than ds) to know my finances.

Anyway, ds is a blabbermouth.

I always wanted to be a Librarian and was v shocked when I found out they earn peanuts. I was further put off, when I got a job in a library and there was a mystery pooer. Someone used to come in and poo on the shelves every now and then.

These are the things that kids need to know when choosing a career

afaik s/he was never caught.

always on the second shelf up too.

I didn't work there for long.

Was that the Norwich tour of Woman in Black? Glad she liked it -- DS certainly did!

I'm not sure how to put this without it sounding like a dig, but DS and his state school luvvie friends also came out enthusiastically discussing which bits they would have done better...

sorry word back on p.2? I should have said "children with inconvenient special needs" that is, inconvenient to the school of course.

my scum of the earth knuckle draggers at a secondary modern (oh the shame) have been to the ballet, theatre AND the opera with school. And indeed with me (not DH, he has no cultural capital whatsoever unless you count love of cars).

And they can speak without dropping their aitches or using the glottal stop or ghetto style if they really really want to.

Nor have they been eaten alive for being sensitive flowers, although they do call us Mummy and Daddy if they feel like it, along with a jovial 'hello motherfucker' or 'wassup slut' depending on mood.

dean that must take some skill to shit on a library shelf, surely?! maybe I should have gone to private school... oh wait, I did!

yolo love of cars can certainly be cultural capital and valuable capital at that!

DH is a complete petrol head and counts within his clients several car maufacturers, F1 racing teams etc

Kitties, I'm pleased to hear that, yes it is. Is your DS in Y9? What's your background? Any privately educated siblings/parents/grandparents? [For the purposes of research you understand].

He's a bit older, and has always been music-and-drama obsessed, though veering towards English and creative writing now.

Nope, not a private school amongst the lot of us (sorry), though the odd spot of Oxbridge. The sib who's doing best actually ploughed his A-levels (we're talking A in general studies and U in the others...) and took time to mull over his life working in a soap factory before training as a policeman, nurse and finally radiographer. Errm, I'm not sure that helps the research much!

OP, I think you have got completely carried away on this thread. You must have been been on mumsnet for hours at a time!

You have got loads of good advise. Evaluate, consider it, discuss with your DH. But seriously, enough with the dragging it out on Mumsnet!

I have a plan.

Take these threads, and write a novel.

Shouldn't take much extra wordage. And then you can let us know what happens with YachtBoy without us all having to wait another three years.

my DH would be well jel innit word!

yolo oh I don't think it translates into anything terribly exciting on a day to day basis.

Attending meetings and drafting contracts, I imagine.

Just an example really, of turning cultural capital into real capital.

Can't quite believe this thread continues...

I'm also thinking Word and Middle are the same person!

apot no we're not!

My Dad used to flush his pay packet down the toilet

ROFLing at this gem.

Talk of the theatre reminds me of the time I went with my (private) school to see Measure for Measure at the RSC. The girl I was sitting next to in the theatre and her boyfriend didn't come back for the second half, choosing to instead to sit in a local bush groping each other until 5 minutes before the end of the performance.

His father didn't have a yacht though.

My Dad used to flush his pay packet down the toilet.

You think I made it up Kachan?

Word, a high five would have been better than you recoiling in horror at the thought that we might be the same person - I'm actually a pretty decent person.

I am stills wqiting to hewr what extra choices the op thinks her dd will have through going to this school.