DD is sitting her 2nd choice indie entrance exams all day today.
In the other thread on interviews, the question was raised regarding what to wear.
My dd wanted to wear jeans and a hoodie (we were advised smart casual for the exams).
After all the discussion, I decided to err on the side of caution and made dd wear her jeans with a smart broderie anglaise smock and up-to-date cardigan over it (she did look very nice
When we got there EVERYONE (literally) was wearing jeans and hoodies!!! OK, they were extremely expensive hoodies (they drip money in that particular school) but hoodies none-the-less.
DD wasn't best pleased when she saw them I can tell you.
Which added to the immense wave of bad thoughts emminating from said child.
Last night it suddenly dawned on her she was moving schools in September. She also realised the school she was sitting for today has over 2500 pupils, whilst she is only used to 100 (I think actual numbers are 104) and she was feeling overwhelmed.
We had tears and tantrums last night, but I managed to allay her fears (I think) promising her that, after going back today (and telling her to remember she was the one who picked the school because she liked it sooooo much when she went there) and sitting the exam and interview, if she really, really didn't like it we wouldn't make her go, but that she had to keep her options open.
She was sooooo grumpy with me this morning. She was being extremely brave and going along with it (another little girl behind us was trembling and crying, but that was because her two older brothers already attend the school and she was afraid of failing). DD literally wouldn't speak to me and I just wanted to cry. I so wanted to say 'Come on, we're going home', and I almost did. If it wasn't for the uncertainty about schools I surely would have done!!
It felt so different this time. First time at the 11+ tests I wanted to cry, but that was because I felt I'd thrown her to the wolves (she was fine about it all and went off quite happily). The second time (Monday of this week) neither of us had any qualms. But today I feel as if I've made her do something she really doesn't want to do - which technically I know I have - but it's for her own good, isn't it?
Do you think the bag of Cadbury's eggs (the ones with the crispy outside shell) will make her smile when she comes out?
Should I be trying any other forms of bribery to get back into her good books?
I do hope she forgives me