In fact, to add to the above primary school shenanigans, I will also say that we’d already moved house into what we thought was the catchment area for two good primaries. Yet they laughed at me down the phone.
As so say, we had no intentions of even thinking about independent schools. But following the visit to the primary where the head basically told me not to send my child there, I phoned around some independents. They all laughed at me as well because apparently, I should have signed him up before his first birthday - absolute latest! I had no idea about this as I’m not even British and DH wouldn’t know either.
So the only school I could find him a place whets he would have any chance at having local - ish friends (which I thought was most important at 4) was at was what is called a “pre prep” - ie boys have to leave at the end of Year 2 (though girls could stay to Year 6). I had never heard of such a system and just presumed they would let him stay on.
Well, no, I had no idea. As soon as he was halfway through reception, they were basically prepping him for 7 plus exams ( which are taken in the January of Year 2, so most if them are actually 6). I said to the teacher, “What do you mean, he has to do VR / NVR / write a short story with a beginning, middle and end and an hour long maths paper? He can barely hold a pen!” She said, “Yes we had noticed that..., hmm.”
Next thing I know, he was having an Ed. Psych assessment (which they charged me £500 for) and they called us to a meeting and showed us all these doom and gloom percentiles and told us he was dyspraxic. The SEN teacher said to me - “This child will struggle EVERY DAY OF HIS LIFE...” I was so upset, as you can imagine. Then, for some reason, they still wanted him to sit the 7 plus exams for St Paul’s (Colet) and the other usual suspect schools - and he got NO offers.
So he moved going into Year 3 to another independent which was absolutely beyond amazing. He was only there for four years, but that school gave him so much confidence - not only academically, but in so many ways. Worth every penny. Then at 11 plus he got into St Paul’s and four other similar schools and the time has flown really - some ups and downs, to be fair, but overall positive experiences - and he got ten grade 9s at GCSE and now applying to Oxbridge. So it all worked out, despite that bloody 7 plus prep that was a total nightmare.