And so the time to be dreaded is upon us, no, not Christmas but exams. At this particular moment in time, if you're a teenager, say about 15 or 16 years old, in year 11, was always year 6 in my day... then you must currently be going through hell.
I have pressures on me in a day to day basis, bills to pay, car to maintain, family to shop for and feed, but I honestly think the pressure from schools and parents on our young folk at this time far outweighs the stress of the a fore mentioned.
And it seems it doesn't stop there, as I ran into a parent, not literally, though I would have liked to, with my car, at 30mph when my brakes have failed... sorry. As I was saying, met a parent of a boy that used to go to school with Master Musical, it would seem that he is the most amazing footballer ever and has even had the audacity to turn down a contract from Peterborough United!!! How very dare he? Did my face show enough shock I wonder? I doubt it, I care not. Apparently he's a maths whizz and wants to be a stockbroker... yawn.. I'll just be glad if we get through these exams in one piece and my son makes it into 6th form. If he doesn't, it won't be the end of the world and I'll still love him as much, it will just mean some readjustments, something we're used to in life. I'm not going to add to his pressures, I've told him as long as he does the best he can then that's fine by me. Let's face it, if I look at my family and how happy and successful they are, it didn't involve 6th form or University, just lots of bloody hard work.
In conclusion, I hope you'll accept this short blog as a little show of strength to my baby (not really a baby at all, never has been) and to let him know that we're all behind him whatever happens, good or bad, because that's what parents do, don't pressure, bully, or terrorise, they have many years ahead of them and it's easier to be on their side rather than fighting them!!!
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