Every year my social media feed is full of the famous school battle that plagues the parents all over England and my heart goes our to each and every one of you. Thankfully, we live in Scotland, where children are automatically allocated to a school within each school zone. There is only 1 school in each zone in our town, so by large, the system is fool proof…Everyone is happy. Like most things though, there is a threshold…a border…a cut off point which creates the difference between Munch going to school with her friends she has made at nursery …or facing school life with no other children her age at a near by small country school.
Having only moved a few years ago, we were aware that the catchment zone was at the end of our road. We were reassured however, that a family on our road were accepted to the larger main school. So, we thought we were fine. Anyone who has been in a similar situation though will know that previous admission history stands for nothing. The intake varies each year and if the school is over subscribed with children in zone, then no one else will be considered. This means that Munch’s life changing decision balances on a distance of 0.6 miles (we stay in a rural area, so let me assure you that this is a tiny margin…we are 3 houses out.) Infact given the way the zone is marked out on the map, it actually purposefully bows to exclude our little dead end road of 4 houses.
I know what you are thinking…it’s not the systems fault. Why did we go ahead with the sale? Why didn’t we research the school situation more? Why did we just accept that we would be fine? Lets face it…if Munch doesn’t get into this school, it’s all our fault as parents. We will have failed her and for what…the perfect house.
This week we placed the application forms to the main school. I didn’t apply for the small school, because we will be guaranteed a place there anyway. So now we have the dreaded wait, that we didn’t think we would have…the sleepless nights…the anxious feeling that you have no control over the future for your child.
It’s clearly the hot topic at nursery, with the other children all knowing what school they are going to. I have had to explain that we have to wait to find out what school she will go to. I’m trying to keep emotions out of it. I don’t want to even mention that she has a chance of attending school with her friends. I’ve kept it very open and simply said that because we live in the country, we have to wait and see.
The worst of it is, we will have to relive this when it’s time for MM to go to school and then the wretched guilt will start all over again.
We are hoping to meet with the Head Teacher for a tour in the coming weeks, which will give us an opportunity to at least find out when the decision will be made.
I have never crossed everything so hard before in my life. I guess it’s out of our hands for now.