This morning I have been thinking about the amount of trouble I got into for not arranging my place at secondary school.
I was brought to Aran for the summer term, as usual, and that year I finished a month early to help in the Teas business we were running to pay for my sister's university fees. And at some point over the summer it was realised by the adults that I hadn't done whatever it was I was supposed to do to make sure I had a place at secondary school.
I now realise, over twenty years later, that normally it's the adults who arrange all this stuff, sometimes in consultation with their children. Hm.
But anyway, I started at the same school everyone had assumed I would, late, with the wrong uniform (if they had assumed I'd arranged everything, why hadn't they got a uniform?) and without any books, after having served several of my classmates while they were on their summer holidays and I was working.
It was bizarre.
I was brought to Aran for the summer term, as usual, and that year I finished a month early to help in the Teas business we were running to pay for my sister's university fees. And at some point over the summer it was realised by the adults that I hadn't done whatever it was I was supposed to do to make sure I had a place at secondary school.
I now realise, over twenty years later, that normally it's the adults who arrange all this stuff, sometimes in consultation with their children. Hm.
But anyway, I started at the same school everyone had assumed I would, late, with the wrong uniform (if they had assumed I'd arranged everything, why hadn't they got a uniform?) and without any books, after having served several of my classmates while they were on their summer holidays and I was working.
It was bizarre.