Big changes, leaps and bounds, in the Casa Blanca. They Whyte House is abuzz with change. We can barely utter a sentence without change occurring at the moment. The girl grew up. GCSE exam results were returned to the students this last week, choices were made regarding future educational establishments, interviews were held, shuffle up days are happening right now as we speak.
The kid did good with her results. My first inkling that the kid did good was when I took her in the car to collect her results from school and waited in the car park while she went in. A few minutes later I heard a shriek of joy from someone running across the yard brandishing a manila envelope screaming over and over “A-Star in English” which was improbable because, you know, dyslexia. The young lady then stopped in her tracks to hug the school chaplain who just arrived and say thank you for her help, before sprinting again to get back to me. Her school has a chaplain as it is a Church of England school. They have their own chapel too. It’s kind of nifty.
The rest of the results were great too, a good spread of great grades and everything she needed to get in to some of her preferred options.
Just as important as grades, she ended up enjoying the school experience. She ended up with a wide and diverse group of friends. She ended up attending parties and going into town to meet up for lunches or shopping, she ended up sleeping over and having sleep overs and parties.
This was a medical improbability. This was a medical unlikelihood.
She has worked flipping hard to get to understand people and what values they hold and how they’re likely to respond in any given circumstance. She’s worked hard to be a woman of her word that people could count on to be honest and kind but sure of herself. She ended up working hard to comply with school expectations upon her with their implied requirements and shifting priorities and minor injustices which are normal occurrences in society. It took it’s toll on her, it was taxing, demanding and relentless but she continued working hard.
This experience was a firm foundation upon which to build a happy and successful adulthood. She leaves this school to attend the rival school in the next town over for the next two years. It is with a little pathos that she forsakes spending hours a day with the people she has become accustomed to and who she loves. But this experience has proven to be a firm foundation. She’s learned how to socialise into a group and how to let her quirkiness and quick mind shine as a beneficial talent.
I don’t think I could have achieved what she has achieved socially, I don’t think I could have achieved what she achieved academically while concentrating on social skills. I am in awe of her, but don’t tell her because she gets a little big headed sometimes!
Here’s to the future, and what a magnificent future it is shaping up to be.