So much to think about when you are sixteen. There's a high level of stress in the home this week - my sixteen year olds have exams...real ones..not mocks but proper this will set the background for the rest of my life type exams. Not only is there much swatting and stressing but there are open evenings to be attended for sixth form schools. There are prospectus' to be handed out with squeaky clean, blonde, happy teenagers adorning the covers, there are headteachers to be listened to and there are thai fish cakes to be eaten in the cookery department.
We attended first open evening yesterday....arriving a little late so there was no room to sit down in hall jam packed with eager parents and budding offspring. Managed to find discreet standing space to listen to nice headteacher whose job it was to ' big up' his school - and boy did he big it up - honestly even I want to go there and it's been a long time since I was sixteen. It sounded amazing.....right up there in the Guardian league tables, well spoken year twelves telling us what a fab school it was and extra curriculars to die for. Twin one must have had calf ache from too high heeled boots she was sporting whilst twin two kept whispering between gritted teeth "It sounds very academic" which in her world is not a good thing but even she was won over once she had visited the amazing art and textile department.