Saturday, 1 May 2010
OK so we did not get the school we wanted.
Not only that.
My poor child is the only one from the class of 28 kids who got offered a place somewhere outside the village. You see, when I told you that we would most probably end up in one of the two schools we were close to.... I was wrong. I spoke too soon. I did not know that our house fell in an educational hole, a sort of a vacuum between two lucky areas. Everyone on our left ended up in the school we wanted. Everyone on our right- in the school we did not really want, but which would have been okay.
We, living right in the middle, ended up with nothing.
So, I thought this is what it would feel like if I had some horrific disease, like a terminal cancer. Or, maybe, if I had no legs. Yes, one day I had legs, and suddenly someone (the local council to be precise) chopped them both off. And then, in the morning, when I had to bring my child back to school, I had no legs. So everyone stared. They looked at my crippled bleeding body and hugged me tight. “It will be OK” they said, thinking to themselves “Hmm..It won’t’ really. The woman has no legs! “
I had a stunning bouquet of flowers from one friend whom I was meeting for lunch, and, when I got home., another friend stopped by with cream cakes. "I am so, so sorry she said. It will be OK."
Oh, and another one gave my child a nice present.
What's next then? you might ask. Well, husband is busy composing appeals and checking where we are on the waiting list. As for me, I am thinking I should camp outside the school with a board and a hat- to start collecting money for my child’s private education. It might work. Everyone is feeling very, very sorry for us.