The Standard article sends shivers down my spine. English Lit is so important for DD. She needs an A to do English A'Level and Drama which are so important to her. At her school the half the English Department has left due to disenchantment with the Head who is also leaving. It doesn't bode well.
She is close to meltdown and talking about getting 11 U's. We had tears before we went out because I told her to hurry up when she took 45 minutes to brush her hair and tears on the train on the way back in case she fails everything.
I wish I wasn't working tomorrow but have given her £20 to take herself off round the shops to take her mind off things and she has asked if she can take a couple of my Nytols tomorrow because she knows she's going to be awake all night.
We have had a chat about realism in that if all her controlled assessments, etc., were A or A* then she can't possibly fail all her GCSEs.
Desperate now for it to be over. I said we'd got for a pizza or something tomorrow. Her response "I'll just feel guilty that you were nice to me and spent money on me before I failed everything" and "you do realise that my future career is "fucked" if I fail on Thursday".
sighs, cries, wails inwardly whilst trying to be uber cheerful and upbeat. --and I don't agree that War Horse was fab - I thought it was morbid, miserable and bloody depressing". I also wish we hadn't gone because it meant we had a ruck on the way and I am still up after midnight.