fuckwittery well if you're being PC about it, yes we're all very fortunate not to live in a war zone, and really none of us should be on here at all, should we. We ought to just be thankful that there are schools and not landmines, and that, for the most part, we all wake up in one piece of a morning. Which I am.
But still, here we all are... 
I visited the school we were offered. TBH honest it had more in common with a battlefield than it did anywhere where any actual learning would take place...
All 3 reception and yr 1 classes are in open plan, interconnecting classrooms, with a joint 'messy play' room at one end. That means 90 4-5 year olds milling around, and the whole bloody pace looked like 'messy play' to me. Or rather messy chaos.
How anyone knows which child is doing what, I've no idea. None of the classes in the whole school have more than 4 desks in them, as they believe that children 'work better in situations where they feel comfortable' which is this case means 'dens', beanbags, and, I sh*t you not, 'beds' in classrooms.
They also don't believe in hearing children read, because, and I quote the deputy head, they "don't believe the children learn to read by reading". At which point I decided to make a run for it an go and sit in a quiet, dark room.
If you'd seen my earlier post, I'd said I would no more send my children there than send them to Afghanistan. And no more would I.
Other than referencing that, it was an attempt at (rather black, admittedly) humour.
I'm now going to go and have a gin and try not to think about the £112k that we are going to have to find from somewhere over the next 7 years, because, TBH, the more I think about it, the more it makes me want to throw up a little bit.
Still, no landmines in Wimbledon, last time I checked. Maybe I'll just count my blessings and "fuckwittery" off.
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