Feel like I am living in a David Bowie song. Yesterday we were staying put, last night we were moving to France and this morning we are going to Asia. Right now though we don't know again. HR is talking to HR, meetings are being arranged and we are once again speculating on stuff that we don't have answers to.
My son has given up asking me where he will be going to school, the grandparents just sigh and I have chewed my cheeks to pieces.
ARGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday 28 April 2007
Friday 27 April 2007
Boarding Schools revisited
Stuck in boarding school hell right now. I can't decide what to do with my son. If we stay here, it will have to be boarding school so I am now researching boarding schools - everywhere. France? The UK? Switzerland? Amsterdam? Australia? Thailand?
What I don't know about boarding schools frankly isn't worth knowing.
And then today I meet someone who does one of those know-it-all things.
"Yes, well actually, the school that you have thought about is such an inferior school! One should really look elsewhere is one cares about one's son."
Really? It has a 98% admittance to first preference university places? And acres of grounds, fabulous facilities, lovely nice well spoken boys.
"Yes, but seeing as it isn't a guaranteed 100% university entrance, it really is rather shabby."
Give me a break. Where do these people get off. My old school had about a 20% university entrance and that was a private school - a fee paying selective school.
Does my head in.
The thing is though that I don't really want my son to be hobnobbing with fabulously rich people. I don't want him hanging out with insanely competitive children. I don't want him to feel inadequate or lack confidence. I want him to go somewhere that he will be happy. Somewhere that he will grow and mature in and that is accessible to us so we can see as much of him as possible.
A 100% toffy nosed, dysfunctional, academic, rich, nerd is not my idea of future happiness for him.
But what do I know? I'm Australian!
What I don't know about boarding schools frankly isn't worth knowing.
And then today I meet someone who does one of those know-it-all things.
"Yes, well actually, the school that you have thought about is such an inferior school! One should really look elsewhere is one cares about one's son."
Really? It has a 98% admittance to first preference university places? And acres of grounds, fabulous facilities, lovely nice well spoken boys.
"Yes, but seeing as it isn't a guaranteed 100% university entrance, it really is rather shabby."
Give me a break. Where do these people get off. My old school had about a 20% university entrance and that was a private school - a fee paying selective school.
Does my head in.
The thing is though that I don't really want my son to be hobnobbing with fabulously rich people. I don't want him hanging out with insanely competitive children. I don't want him to feel inadequate or lack confidence. I want him to go somewhere that he will be happy. Somewhere that he will grow and mature in and that is accessible to us so we can see as much of him as possible.
A 100% toffy nosed, dysfunctional, academic, rich, nerd is not my idea of future happiness for him.
But what do I know? I'm Australian!
Meetings
Endless meetings seem to be happening right now. Every time I try to call my husband, he is in a meeting.Online meetings, video meetings or virtual meetings.
Cyber conferences.
Meetings with HR people here, meetings with HR people over there.
He is even flying out of the country to go and see some people.
They want to have a meeting.
What a surprise!
Thursday 26 April 2007
Another month bites the dust.....
Still no further on from the last time I posted and everything is still in utter limbo. The only thing that does seem to be a fact is that my son and my husband probably won't be living in the same house anymore. The reality that appears to be looming is that either my son goes to boarding school or I live separately from my husband and the children go to day school in another country with me whilst my husband does the commute on weekends.
What sort of a mess have we got ourselves into? There are no schooling vacancies here and the waiting lists are beyond feasible and yet we have children who have to go to school.
So its one or the other and I am feeling totally torn by this situation. I don't want a fractured family. I don't want to live apart from my husband. I don't want my son to go to boarding school.
But the reality is - it's one or the other.
Sigh.
What sort of a mess have we got ourselves into? There are no schooling vacancies here and the waiting lists are beyond feasible and yet we have children who have to go to school.
So its one or the other and I am feeling totally torn by this situation. I don't want a fractured family. I don't want to live apart from my husband. I don't want my son to go to boarding school.
But the reality is - it's one or the other.
Sigh.
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