Ds has just had an offer for his favoured sixth-form college 
So incredibly relieved. The stress of the last few weeks has been awful. His school have really piled on the pressure, despite him getting perfectly reasonable mock grades (not utterly fabulous but not in any way disastrous either).
But no, not good enough for his school, so ds and I got called into a meeting with the Head to be told that he is 'on course to fail' and won't get into any decent sixth form ( 'and certainly not our sixth form') the way he is going and he should start devising a 'plan B'. Reduced both of us to tears, ffs.
Today, he goes for interview at an outstanding sixth-form a few miles away from us. Is nearly sick with nerves because his own school have shattered his self-confidence. Has the interview, gets told that his grades are 'great' and 'we love your ambition and commitment'. Gets a low conditional offer and comes out grinning from ear to ear, feeling proud of himself for the first time in months.
I cannot WAIT for him to leave that damn school. I regret ever sending him there.