Exciting times here as we anxiously await the Primary school admissions results and find out whether we get the school of our choice. We are fortunate indeed, to live here, as all the primary schools nearby are pretty highly rated, but for a number of reasons we’d really prefer the local village school – good-sized outdoor space to run off the fidgets, don’t need a car to get there (we only have the one), all his local chums will be going there – that sort of thing.
A friend of mine recently took her five year old son, about to go into year 1, out of school because he was being pushed so hard he was beginning to hate learning. Encouraged by her own Scandinavian upbringing (which doesn’t put children into formal education until they’re 7) she was more than happy to remove him from his school and try her hand at home schooling him – an idea that I fully endorse, but honestly couldn’t do myself. I swear to God, I don’t know how she does it, especially since she also has a three year old at home to care for.