For several months I have been preparing to take a GCSE maths exam. It’s an exam I flunked in my school days and the fact I didn’t do better has been a source or immense irritation to me throughout adulthood. My first opportunity to sit the exam as an adult is in November of this
I am sat on a train. Four rows in front of me is my daughter, Helen. She has told me we must sit apart and act like we we don’t know each other.
I want you to imagine for a moment that a school teacher, confidence coach and two renowned parenting experts walk in to a bar. They discuss the best ways parents can prepare their children for the transition from primary school to to Year 7. What would the result be? Would they come up with some
There’s one thing I wish I had been warned before I started secondary school: Take care in the farmyard. My school, you see, was very rare in that it taught rural studies and had its own farm. During one of the breaks on the first day, I went for a walk in the farmyard with
Last week was a funny old week. I was phenomenally busy as I prepared for the start of the weirdest of school summer holidays. It was also the week that my eldest child’s primary school days formally came to end…for the second time in four months.
