Life has gone all peculiar on us - Kit's forthcoming 11+ sits there like a black hole, bending all our existences around its event horizon. You daren't look straight at it - it's like staring into your blind spot, or trying to imagine octarine, only not nearly as much fun. Our days and hours are constructed around practice schedules, and I have to bite my tongue to stop myself issuing punishments for the most minor infractions, the punishment always being '. . . so go to your room RIGHT NOW and read your book for half an hour!' (Vocab., of course. Major component of all 11+ exams.)
Even Jeremy, who is in the middle of n performances of Don Giovanni, has to stop what he's doing and come home early, because not only do we have the strain of this exam, we also have the round of secondary school open evenings. Our first one tonight, to Kit's second choice, was cracking. The Head, the staff and the pupils we spoke to were all enthusiastic, articulate, well-mannered and tidy. A tiny bit Stepford, but in a good way. His first choice, tomorrow evening, has a tough act to follow.
Prof Pickford
7 years ago
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Good luck to Kit, and to his support team.
Rather similar to the folks who swom the Channel. Vast efforts, unseen all the way across, but ultimately rewarded.
oh, and d'you like my new word, 'swom'?!
hugs, and more hugs, to Kit and to you all.
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