Many years ago, when I was young, my parents had the choice of sending my DB to the local comp where barely any pupils got O levels or scrimping & saving to send him to private boys school. He was not academic, but worked hard, got a place and plodded away to get his O levels and scraped through his A levels. His school was horrified when he dared to apply to Polys as well as Unis to read law. They were even more shocked when he turned down a more prestigious place to go to a decidedly dodgy Poly, but ended up afterwards at Guildford Law School and is now a hugely underpaid mental health & child protection lawyer. The world would be a far worse place if he had followed the route his teachers advised and had become yet another bland corporate lawyer.
In the meantime, Maggie Thatcher introduced an element of choice and I was lucky enough to get a place at a better state school. I was only able to attend my DB's school as a 6th former (something to do with being a girl!) on a scholarship and took up an unconditional offer at a university which is probably out of favour these days for a course scorned by my school, despite more prestigious offers.
I suppose what I'm trying to say is that everyone tries to do the best for their DC at the time, but they gradually become their own people and will start to find their own route regardless of what their parents or teachers want. If they decide they want to read Adventure & Outdoor Management at Solent University or Accountancy, Spanish & Latin American Studies at Aberdeen or take up an engineering apprenticeship 10 miles from home, they will head in that direction. We can pay for open day transport, share our views on the college and fret about achieving their potential, but if they set their heart on heading in a different direction to the one we envisaged, we're going to have to run with it, as forcing them to follow our dream is bound to end in disaster.
I don't think this post has followed on from any other in particular, I'm just watching DD tweak her chosen path, then tweak it again and again until it's heading in a direction I know little about.