The Public School System
In retrospect I had an idyllic childhood even though I hated school, had spots until I was nearly 40 and wore baggy clothes to hide my humongous breasts that attracted attention wherever I went. Still, I was lucky being American that I never had to go through the grueling entrance examination process that faces every 13 year old child here wanting to go to public school. All the good London schools are oversubscribed with children looking at a 1-20 chance of getting their first choice of school and parents looking at fees of £10,000/year+ for sending them there.
This past Saturday was my son’s last exam (he sat two) and I think I was more relieved than he was when it was all over. Now I’ll have my night’s free instead of having to sit for two hours with him whilst we go over French, Science and Maths. I never studied French when I was younger and I was hopeless at both Science and Maths so it is perhaps not very surprising that I haven’t really enjoyed having to learn these subjects all over again. Now we’ve got a 3 week wait until we hear the happy or sad news about whether he has been accepted and then he only has a face-to-face interviews and his common entrance examinations in June. It’s enough to make me want to turn to drink.