It’s DD’s (age 8) last day at our local school tomorrow. As a family, we have been involved with the school for eight years as older DS also attended there. I carried out a voluntary role at the school a few years back and got to see ‘under the bonnet’ properly.
I know how hard the teachers work, I know all about the resource constraints, I like many of her pals and their parents.
But I also know with each passing year it will get harder for her to get into a selective school and the lockdown offering was dreadful and we still haven’t caught up. I also know that it gets harder to fill spaces in state schools as the DC get older and am feeling super guilty that we are taking an ‘easy’ pupil out of the class and that they may not get funding for a pupil next year.
The school we have gone for (where she passed the assessment) goes to Year 13. It’s OK, great facilities etc, good value add, not super-selective but getting much tougher to get into each year.
I also know other bright kids who have stayed at her current school who just don’t get stretched and are very bored by Year 5. And yet every time I start to write the thank you card I start sobbing! WTF is wrong with me? I can’t go in to her school like this tomorrow. DD opted for her new school over her current one with no pressure from us. We pointed out she would be leaving her friends, would have to wear a uniform and do homework and she still went for it.
I just don’t understand my emotional reaction to this.