Don’t give her the impression that secondary schools, or the pupils or teachers are something to fear.
My dd started secondary in the January of year seven. We had been living in another country. Dd was very…behind with trends for want of a better phrase. She didn’t know about music, tv or fashion in the uk.
She was also probably two years behind academically. She’s also black in an extraordinarily white area. Oh, and anaphylactic.
On the day I took her in I felt sick. They sent this girl down for her, she had a handbag on the crook of her arm. Off they went and I spent the whole day imagining dd weeping in the corner or with her head down the toilet Grange Hill style. Her first lesson was History. She’d never done it. Her second was RE. She’d never done it. Then French. She’d never done it.
I went to pick her up.
She came over to the car. Opened the door, which was great for me as I felt so sick. She said ‘I’m staying for netball club’. Then she was gone.
The girl with the handbag became DD’s friend along with many others. The girl with the handbag is an accountant now.
So it was fine. I’d built it up to be this scary thing but those year sevens are just little kids, like your own dd. And the big ones are fine too. And I do not live in a good area.