I thought yesterday was going to be a bit of an emotional roller-coaster for us. See, yesterday was the day when, like many other parents, we had to register Wee Z for school. Eeeek!
Wee Z starts school in August and he is really rather excited about starting school. Wee Z LOVES to learn and he can't wait to go to school so he can practise his reading and writing and his sums.
I was worried about enrolling him at the school of our choice as it is a Catholic school and we are not Catholic, so we wouldn't get priority even if we are in the catchment for the school. The school is attached to his nursery, which is non-denominational, and it's brand new with state of the art equipment. They have a huge outdoor area, a huge gym and playing fields too. It's definitely one of the best in our area and they are keen to keep class sizes small which I know will be a huge benefit to Wee Z and maintaining his love of learning.
We turned up early because experience has taught me that for these things being a first come, first served usually goes in your favour. I think we were the second parents in and we were taken into the Primary 1 open plan area. It looked amazing. Lots of space for arts and crafts, a reading corner and really colourful with art work covering the walls. Wee Z looked around in amazement and although he was sitting patiently on his chair I could see he was itching to get up and explore.
Filling in the forms was pretty straightforward but it really hit me then that I was filling in forms to enrol my son in an education. I knew I was in the right school for him, I just had to hope he got a place. The Deputy Head took us into his office to go over Wee Z's forms and I cringed a bit when he wrote N/A in the Baptism Certificate seen box. What was lovely is that he recognised Wee Z from passing through nursery and chatted away to him about his teachers and I kept thinking, I really want Wee Z to come to this school.
The meeting took about 15 minutes with the DH going over the school handbook and giving us the opportunity to ask any questions. As we were finishing up, the DH hadn't given any indication as to when we might hear if Wee Z would be accepted into the school so I decided to just ask. At least if I had a date as to when to expect to hear it would take my mind off it for awhile.
"So when will we found out if Z has got a place?" asks a nervous me.
"When will you find out if he has a place? You find out now...he's got one!" says DH, slightly bemused.
Yippee! He's in! I'm delighted, we're delighted but most importantly, Wee Z is delighted. Apparently because the school is our local school he is automatically entitled to a place there. What a relief!
Now I just have to wait for Miss C's nursery letter to say if she has a place at the nursery beside the school as it is a ballot decision system for the nursery! Fingers crossed!
