If I had read the title of this post 6 months ago, even 3 months ago, I would have thought something like…
But suddenly this has become my life and my brain is swarming with thoughts. I am thinking this is a new chapter in parenthood, right?
The reality of enforced catchment areas and living in family-friendly estates means that the single public school that we are entitled to attend is also open to the possibility of 200 or more other preppies next year (in 2016 our catchment area public school has approximately 250 grade one students!).
That is a lot of Take Home Readers!
I have heard all the comments about the year being all about the teacher and not about the overall school but we hit a serious issue when my son’s name could suddenly turn into student #12487.
The overcrowded school is not new information to me. I knew that our local public school was bursting at the seams and it is why we started looking at private schooling options for our kids last year. Unfortunately, that was as far as we got. We picked out a few possibilities on the affordability (major) factor and kept that info safely tucked into our heads.
Come this month and I hear that children are going for interviews for 2017 schooling… oh… already!
What has followed in my hastiness to get organised with applications has been a lesson all on its own.
School applications are big business! There shall not be any whipping up (my favourite way to work) it seems.
Our first preference in private school’s enrolment department gave me a real canning. I asked if they were holding an open day, you know, to actually see the inside of the school. It seems that was just ridiculous! I was told, “we (the school) don’t need to advertise!”. The picture I have of this woman is all tight perm and half-moon glasses sitting on her pointy nose which she is glaring at me over. I am told to fill out an application form and get it in ASAP as, “we are already interviewing OUR families!”
Breathing deeply I filled out the paperwork with all the details they required (well, kind of) and I popped it aside for the Mr and I to sign.
The next day is sweltering hot and being the perfect parents that we are, we decided that in the middle of the day we would take the kids to the park. Sunscreen was applied and I did take water but after our little play (on the equipment that was not going to give anyone third-degree burns) we were all a mess and dishevelled.
Yes, possibly not the most perfect time to drop in our enrolment forms but it was definitely convenient so we drove past the school and I ran in with my “Havana Good Time” cap on and Eagles singlet to drop off the paperwork.
The unsigned, unfinished paperwork.
I realised this just as I shut my eyes to sleep that night.
When I rang the next morning to apologise and let them know we were available to come in to sign the response was simply that it wouldn’t be required. Basically don’t call us, we’ll call you.
This is when I realised that possibly I was supposed to take this school application project a little more seriously!
It was time to broaden our prospects.
In our search, we found a school that did have an open day (multiple in fact), everyone we spoke to was super friendly, the principal was open, honest and down to earth. I made sure that I had filled everything out properly and we were all better dressed for the tour day.
Well, when I say all, I mean myself and the two smaller members of the family.
As we are waiting for the principal I look down to the floor. Today the Mr had chosen thongs as appropriate footwear for the occasion.
I may have finally received the memo on how serious applying for schools is but my husband had not!
We toured that school (some of us in thongs) amongst other dressed to impressed families. There were suits! I’m not talking I go to work like this suits, more this is the suit I pull out for weddings, funerals and private school applications suits.
But you know what! I think they liked us. Thongs and all, they liked us!
Have you had any issues with getting your kids into school? What do I need to look out for?
P.S. Our initial private school are yet to call us and I really hope they do. I can’t wait to go on that school tour and then politely inform them that their establishment won’t be required. It will be my Pretty
Woman Mama moment.