This is Joey in her new school uniform at the new kindergarten she’s studying at.
Quite frankly, I am feeling the heat.
The daddy & mummy friends around me have either zoomed in to a Primary school they want to enrol their kids into, or have a more-or-less school they know their kids can get in either cos it was the school they went to themselves, or have siblings in them, or live within 1 km from school.
And me? NOTHING.
This is adulthood peer pressure, I tell you. I haven’t even given a thought to this whole “Which-Primary-School-is-Joey-going-to” issue, and I already have many asking me about it. It got me a little nervous especially when everyone else seemed to know what they are going, and I was the only one who didn’t. Most gave me a look of shock & disbelief when I said, ‘I don’t know.’
Then another friend reminded me the other day that next year (2012) will be the year that I have to register Joey for Primary School cos you have to register at year end for the following academic year. That totally freaked me out.
I have friends who would shift and move to a place nearby to their dream Primary school, and others who have joined some dialect clans as members, and yet others who became parent volunteers at schools they hope their kids can get into. For me, I will definitely not shift to anywhere just for the school, but I may consider parent volunteering. Some schools require just 40 hours of volunteer work and some friends have told me that I can just take one week’s leave and pack the school library books. That would clock the 40 hours, 8 hours a day for 5 days. =.=
Much as I want my Joey to go to a prestigious school well-known for its great standard, I think for practical reasons, I would have to choose a school that is nearby to where I live. I can only pray that within that boundary, God will let Joey get into the best school possible. (dear mummy friends out there, please don’t shake your head at my nonchalance.. =P)