We are fortunate enough to be in catchment for a good local comp. But also either fortunate or unfortunate enough to be 8.8 miles away from a grammar over the border in a grammar school zone that has top 20 A level results in entire country. DS1's best friends are being tutored for the 11+ for this school.
There is so much against it for us. DS doesn't want to go there (bad); DH is so disgusted with the process of tutoring, etc that he just won't engage (bad); the people on the 11+ online forum sounded pushy in a way that made my hackles rise (bad), he'd spend an hour a day commuting instead of 5 minutes' walk (bad); my high-flying neighbours are all very committed to the local comp. (easy when you got into Oxford yourself from a comp.) (bad); and it would be practically a betrayal not to go there (bad); I hate the sound of boys only (bad); I don't think his social skills would develop as much (bad); bizarrely, the grammar actually underperforms in Oxbridge entry perhaps because the kids are all so "trained" (bad); I thought the 11+ papers I saw promoted a very narrow kind of reasoning (bad); ironically, on this year's results we'd have been too far away to get in anyway (bad).
The overriding problem about "going for it" for me is that this is a year of DS1's life. A year that I could fill with stress, tutoring for an exam I don't believe in and fraught negotiation with DH. I don't think that's conducive to a love of learning.
And yet.....And yet. AIBU not to feel equanimity when there is a culture of "fear and greed" around me where his best friend's parents clearly believe that there is a superior alternative to my own child's intended comp. school that only an elite few can get into and have commented openly (as has the head, unfortunately) on how surprised they are that I don't "want that for him"?
Groan.. please say something nice.