I blog about allsorts of everything on here, but it's just occurred to me that the only time I blog about either of my children is when they're annoying me.
So, today it is time to blog nicely about my daughter.
I've home schooled her since she was 12. Not formal, sit-down-at-the-table lessons but perhaps more of a montessori approach. She learned about things as and when she displayed an interest in them. She is not sitting GSCEs because we would have had to pay for her as an outside candidate and the money just wasn't there. I did have my doubts - but the schools in our area were so terrible, I genuinely thought she'd be better off at home.
To cut a long story shorter, she is now 16. She has had every opportunity to grow independently and she has made a pretty good job of growing. She's bright, beautiful, witty, and very smart (of course, I'm her mother and might be ever so slightly biased though).
In recent months. she decided she would like to go to college and study for A levels. 'Oh, bugger', thought I. This could be tricky with no GCSEs. However, being the eternal optimist, I contacted the college, took daughter along for the open evening, shoved her in to speak for herself, and, the upshot of all of this is, she has been offered a place to study A levels in Literature, History and Sociology based on no more than her being able to display that she is mature and articulate enough to cope with the demands.
I am one heck of a proud Mum. Don't tell her though - she'll use it as a weapon against me 
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03/04/08 @ 17:50