
I seldom have advise to give regarding parenting.
Let me put that in context “advise I would suggest you follow”.
In the eternal hunt for schools for your children, I am a veritable Oracle in this regard.
I am going to dish out a bit of tips/guidelines you should consider regarding high schools and when the time comes to enrolling your child.
I am sorry if that made you throw up a little bit. The reality is that if your child is at school, there is a fairly good chance they will be leaving Grade 7 at some point and you will need to start this stupid “find my child a school” again so they have somewhere to go when Grade 8 starts.
It actually never stops. I am permanently in a state of “finding a school for one of my children….”
This advise has very little to do with private schools.
Private schools are a law to themselves and the key is that you have the money, your child will have a place in the school. In some instances there might be some other issues. All in all private schools work with a simple philosophy of “you give us the money, we give your child a place” – it’s sort of easy like that.
I am talking about the horror show that is getting your child into a good government school.
Don’t snort, there are several very good government schools around – usually the trick is that they have an active Governing Body made up of brilliant, active and involved parents.
I am not one of those parents. I am however grateful that there are parents who are brilliant, active and involved parents at the government schools my children are in, which makes them such good schools.
It is great for us less than sterling parents who can barely make it through the day.
Back to my original story.
High schools – and the tips for getting your child in to one.
First understand how “the process” operates.
There are schools that have huge HUGE … LIKE FUCKING HUGE waiting lists.
Government schools technically cannot keep a waiting list. They open their applications on a particular day when your child is in Grade 7, and the application period closes usually two months later. You need to make sure you are on top of when the applications open.
Normally you have to go to the school and collect an application form.
You will need an ID photographs for your child – most schools ask you to attach this to the application form.
You will also need an unabridged birth certificate for your child – get this now – because it can take several weeks, and you should have one anyway. You can apply with an abridged version, but they are going to be looking for the unabridged version come actual enrollment.
You will usually need proof of address.
You need to find out if you live in a catchment area of a school. Do not assume!! Totally newbie error there.
Take your “proof of residence” to the school who you think has to accept your child, ask to speak to the Applications Secretary/Officer and make sure.
Because you live there – does not always mean that the school will have space when you apply.
Our nearest school is 2.4km away – I was 100% sure they had to accept us, there is no other school closer – by a long shot.
With the application I printed a google map direction thing, showing my house in relation to the school. I thought “we are in the catchment area, they HAVE to accept us” – I was wrong, they told me they were full and could not take my child. Er, what??
I started preparing for this process when Connor was in Grade 5. I started by chatting to parents and finding out where they were thinking of sending their kids. {Actually I already started doing that when they were in Grade R/Grade 1}
I then made a list of 6 – 8 schools who potentially we could apply to.
I contacted each school to find out when their open day is. I started attending open days when Connor was in Grade 5. I then saw a few more when he was in Grade 6.
Do not START going to open days when your child is in Grade 7 – there is not enough time, and you will basically end up only being able to view 1 or 2 – it will be chaotic and odds are you will miss out on applying to some schools, because some schools open their applications really early and close really early, so by the time you call them at the end of January, they are pretty much two weeks from closing all applications.
And at this point – you run around like a banshee screaming hysterically.
Start early, you get time to walk around the school, listen to why it is so lovely and wonderful, and more importantly you get to hear how many applicants they get versus how many places they have.
This is a CRITICAL point. The rest is just fluff — you need to get an idea how many applications they get, versus how many they can accept. That dear reader is the “magic number” of desperation.
I cannot speak with any certainty on how the application process works at schools, but (and this is totally my own creation of facts or fantasy here) each school has it’s own application open and applications close days.
Make sure you know these dates. Write them in your diary in BIG. INK. RED. LETTERS. Use a tampon if you have to, this is pretty important stuff —- and should not be overlooked no matter how busy you are.
I cannot say if a school only starts the “reviewing of applications” process when the applications closing date starts, or whether this process starts earlier.
I have a suspicion that it starts earlier – so do not leave your form submissions until the last date – don’t think they are all going to sit there in a pile unattended until the closing date and then the school will review.
No. No. No.
There is the school of thought not to apply too early, as your child might join some sports teams or have some achievements which you want to include in the application form, and that might not be available in January or February.
I strongly suggest you do not cut this too close and weigh up an early admission with what your child could get involved in later in the term.
If your child is involved in extra murals, see about getting letters of recommendations to support your application.
Your child might volunteer somewhere or be involved in Scouts or Girl Guides and a letter from someone of that nature is not going to hurt your application. I have no idea how much “weight” it adds, but my theory is anything to add value even in the slightest is a good idea.
Your existing school is not going to write a letter of motivation for your child. Don’t ask.
The only time they will is if the “school you have applied to” faxes a form to the school your child is in, then the school fills it in and returns it directly to the school, you never see it.
Start thinking of your child’s CV in Grade 5 – think of how you are going to build his or her involvement in academic, sport and cultural areas. Most schools want to see a well balanced child who is involved in several things.
There are some schools that are clearly aimed at a particular area i.e. rugby, and though they may say they do consider other areas important too, being the captain of the A team at the primary school you are in, does sort of make that application process go smoother.
Accept that you are going to need to apply to 4 – 6 high schools.
I know you want to scream WHAT THE FUCK! Or are already mouthing WHAT THE FUCK because you are in the middle of a meeting, but this blog is so eye opening, that you have not been able to click away.
But you will need to just accept this nugget and get with the programme.
You see each school has different dates for applications to open, and applications closing. Then they usually do their first intake in June of the year.
What this means is they shortlist applicants and send them a letter saying something to the theme of “Congratulations you get to come to ACME High School. Please acknowledge receipt of this letter with a deposit of R500.00 and sign this letter and return it to the school secretary by 30 August.”
Here is the rub – because everyone has to apply to multiple schools, this inflates their application process, and this in turn creates what can only be described as the “wait of death.”
After the school sends out the “confirmation of acceptance” letter they allow 2 months (or what ever the window is) for parents to reply and accept the confirmation.
Only then does the school move to the second tier of acceptance. Depending on how many spaces are remaining, they look to the waiting list and contact those kids and then there is another 1 – 2 month wait.
The problem is there is absolutely no guarantee of acceptance, no matter how hard you beg and cry — I have done both. I was happy to do both.
In the end I got one rejection, and two schools accepted Connor, I did not hear from the other two.
{Side bar note: The school that rejected Connor called an hour ago to say that a space had opened and would we like to enroll him}
The one school I applied to was in Paarl. I practically prepared a project on what a fine boy he was. I may or may not have included a pop up collage of his last three years at school.
I arrived to personally hand in the application, way before the “applications closed” date had come around.
I was faced with the most exhausted and “I have already given up on the will to live” applications officer I have yet to meet.
Her desk was piled 30 – 40cm high of applications. I looked at the numbers – the applications are usually numbered, and the numbers were far far far higher than the size of the entire school, let alone the number of Grade 8’s they had space for.
She looked at my little eager face, and my keen little smile. I don’t think she actually said “Well fuck you and your stupid application” but I definitely got the sense of that as she sort of dropped it in a passive aggressive manner combined with a “fuck my life right now” attitude into the growing pile of applications.
I looked at her with my beaming moon of happiness face and said “So what are my chances?”
She did not answer me with words, but I got the entire feeling conveyed right there in her face, and her slow long blink, and the breath she sort of held for just that moment too long that basically we had no fucking chance of ever getting into this school unless possibly my husband was Schalk Burger and my son took after his father in all things Rugby. Maybe, and not even then.
Never heard from that school – unless we are in the second tier short list and will be notified in the next few weeks of a space.
This school application thing becomes a job. It really does. Each school’s application process is different, and you need to stay on top of this stuff.
About a month ago I gave a friend of Connor’s a lift, and I asked him which high school he was going to. He said “my mom is thinking about applying to…..” and I looked in my rear view mirror in horror.
Shit son, if you haven’t already applied it is well, Jesus born in a barn miracle time to get into a school. And they are no longer accepting the virgin birth idea as a miracle.
1. Do not start this process when your child is in Grade 6 – nope that is for people who are clearly short sighted and want to be disappointed.
I suggest, that you start “thinking” about this when your child is in Grade 4 or 5.
Thinking involves investigating the schools which you think your child would like to apply to, and which you can afford and which may take your child.
2. Chat to moms whose kids are in your child’s school – you may find out about schools you had not even thought about. There will always be that one mom is a guru on this shit, find her, follow her, bake her muffins, facebook poke her if you have to.
3. Accept that you will need to do Open Days – some schools only hand out application forms on the Open Day. Open Days also are good to give you a sense of the school, and whether your kid is likely to fit in.
4. English and Afrikaans. Make sure you understand each school’s policy. Several of the schools I enquired about taught a lesson to both English and Afrikaans speaking children in one class. So the lesson was partly in English and partly in Afrikaans. They need did not repeat the information in one language and then the others. If your kid does not do Afrikaans, then you are probably not going to be able to send your child to this sort of school. Find out before hand what the school’s policy is on English and Afrikaans.
5. Your child will want to have an opinion, unfortunately in most cases this will depend on where his friends are going. You may want to weigh that up or disregard it – if his friends are going to a kak school (in your eyes) then you are unlikely to send your son there.
6. There is normally at least one publication a year – if not more – than focuses on schools and how good some schools are. Buy that, it’s a great resource.
Okay I am pretty much out of advise on this subject. If you take nothing away from this other than white noise, then please repeat “START EARLY” as your mantra.
Happy High School hunting. It all sucks hippopotamus balls, but is is rather necessary ….. I guess like hippopotamus balls.
Trolls and idiots ….. especially the ones named Hank …..
I have been blogging for several years.
I have been on social media for several more.
I am used to the usual on-line bullying, trolls arriving and basically taking a shit on your door step in a brown paper bag and generally say things that are painful and hurtful.
5 years ago I had what can only be described as a breakdown. I had various other things happening in my life that I was not coping with.
There were 3 “social media” things that had happened in quick succession.
One I caused using poor judgement at work, one I happened to just be standing there and got caught in the fall out of a non related incident, and one had nothing to do with me but it felt like it was aimed at me.
People hiding behind “usernames” and “gmail” addresses and the like, get terribly brave and feel very little in the way of any real interest in you as a person, the subject and the damage they do.
They sweep in under the cover of darkness, cause chaos, step away like arsonists and watch the building burn, without taking any responsibility because “I just commented ……” – they want the building to burn, for no other reason than they have one match and in many cases know how to get a fire going. Quickly.
I admit to saying stupid things sometimes – both in life and in the land of O’s and I’s.
I do hope that I learn from my errors, and when possible I apologise. I accept we are all jerks given the right circumstances – and that given a few hours or days to reflect we realise that. In time one hopes to be less of an arsehole than you are today, and each day get a bit less arsehole’ish.
That was 5 years ago – I have moved on a great deal from then. I am not totally immune to trolls and people who are idiots, but their effect on me is less and they no longer consume me.
I realise it is their shit, and not mine, and I do not have to take it on board.
I realise they are trolls. I realise their opinions, like arseholes, are things we are all entitled to one (sorry I know it is an old jab, but there we go) – before I would believe what they said, now I do tend to shrug it off for the most part.
They/Trolls/The Hanks in the world do not know me.
They have a perception of me, and their assumptions are just that — assumptions without much in the way of fact. {if you read this blog and assume everything here is fact, then I have a bridge for sale I would like to talk to you about}
Yesterday a gentleman named Hank left a comment and it vexed me.
Not because he commented, not because he sounded like a ball-less turd with no sense of humour and an unholy obsession with the speed of cakes flying around on the N1. He used ONE post from my blog to make a judgement about me and my parenting style. (even if he read all 1030 or how many ever there are, that still does not mean he knows me.)
Again Hank, I actually do not give a flying fuck about your opinion.
The blog post in question for the most part made it obvious who has children and is coping with similiar stuff, versus people who do not have children and think because they have testes and possibly access to ovaries this makes them experts on parenting.
But none of that matters.
What matters for me — is that YOU — who does not know me and who told me you do not read my blog – attacked my children.
Listen Hank, I am not quite sure of which corner of the shit heap that is this universe you crawled out from under, but there are many things you can do or say to a blogger/mom.
Insult me, accuse me of making bad judgments, not understand why the odd cake needs to be launched from a moving vehicle, and not grasp what it is like to fight with children over pieces of plastic.
I accept all of that from you with an open mind and to a large degree a bit of a shrug and a “ah well…. he is probably a bit of a c&nt”
Hank, I am on board with that.
If you want to be the biggest c&nty c*nt there is, then I support you in that. I am there for you mate, right behind you. I will wear “Hank is a C&nt” lapel pin if you need me to.
The part where you lost my respect (not that you ever had it, but I thought I would throw it in just so I appear classy and stylish) and you really stepped over the imaginary line that exists in the world, is the part where you deemed it was okay to comment about my children and who they are in this world.
You get that part – MY CHILDREN!!
Did you have CRACK for breakfast yesterday???
I wrote a very emotional post last night and posted it earlier, and decided to put it on “password protect” – if you know me, contact me and I will send you the password. I don’t think it is for general consumption.
I agree it is way to much venom to put straight out there and takes away from the fact that a fellow named Hank felt it was okay — O-FUCKING-KAY —– to come out and attack my children and refer to them as delinquents – potential delinquents.
Hank, I dare you – I dare you to come and find me in public and say that to my face.
I actually dare you, seeing as you appear to have balls as big as burgers, to walk up to any mom in Pick ‘n Pay or any other retailer and offer her advise, criticism and then insult her children whilst she is doing the best she can, in the best way she can.
You know nothing about what it is like to be a parent and cope —- even if you are a parent, parenting your children or child, does not make you an expert on some one else’s – no more than owning a car makes you a motoring journalist expert.
Last night I was at Pick ‘n Pay buying the odds and ends, my kids were at home. I watched a frazzled mom with two toddlers in her trolley going ape shit — like totally ape shit. She looked like she had just fought the gladiators, and then for shits and giggles had gone to pull the hair off a tiger’s arse on a dare.
This woman was exhausted and one “whine” way from a full fledged breakdown.
Her kids were screaming. Mental because she only had one #stikeez – she had clearly miscalculated and her bill was less than R300.00 so she got one #stikeez.
I got it. I stood there with my wagon of groceries and I wanted to go over to her and rub her shoulders, maybe play with her hair in a soothing manner and say “fuck I hope they go to sleep early” – but I didn’t.
I also did not judge her and I did not pull any low blows — because I get it. I fucking get it. I have been there, and most of the readers on this blog have been there – we fucking live there. Your kids screaming like banshees whilst everyone else’s children appear so well behaved it makes you want to throw up.
Instead Hank you hide behind your work, email address (troll error 101 —- are you a virgin at this, or do you usually leave your work IP details behind for bloggers to find you?) and give me parenting advise.
Insult me, insult my children, and for good measure insult the people who have read this blog and commented. Are you actually really and truly that much of a does?? I am overwhelmed by you. By the sheer level of does you have managed to squeeze into one shitty comment.
My children have been through a divorce, a death and several life changing events in the last two years. My kids are fucking awesome kids. I commented about that in the earlier post and here is what I added there:
Hank – after today I will not give you another thought. Though when I do, the fact that your name rhymes with Wank and your mom called you that, will make me smile a little childishly.
I do hope that even if you hate this blog, detest my tone and use of language and think my children are maladjusted little so-and-so’s you keep in mind, fuck with a blogger, go ahead, do that, in general we have skins that are fairly thick — but fuck with a mom’s children and you my friend make yourself out to be the biggest arsehole there is, and what ever else you might do or say is null and void.
I do hope that one day if you have the great fortune to become a parent, someone comes over to you, insults you, your wife, your child and your parenting style. To your face.
I do hope this happens to you, and you can reflect then as I hope you are now, that you my dear sir, are an arsehole of a proportion that I cannot even begin to fathom.
I do hope you never read this blog again.
I do hope that you live a long’ish life, but if you happened to die in a cake accident, I might not be too cut up about it.
My three kids and I are going to go off and skip down the hills singing that song “The Hills are alive with Music” —- I do hope you go and fuck yourself.
Yes, I said it. But it is because I care.
Posted by reluctantmom on August 18, 2015
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