Wednesday, 17 March 2010

Miss Independence

As the eldest beautiful daughter has reached the grand old age of 18 with neither a filling or an asbo, the time has come to pass where she must find something to do to replace school.

There have been a few posts upon this subject both here and on mad manic mamas which is the other site that lets me spout my gospel on an unsuspecting public.

We have now reached the stage in the university application process where she cannot bear to hear another word upon the subject. This is always exacerbated by Tuesdays. On Tuesdays I work with my very good friend, the grown up, per Una cardigan wearing, Daily Mail reading Susan. Susan has a son who is the same age as my eldest (she has more children, also very good friends with my more children too)

Susan takes the university application process very seriously and her parents guide to uni application book is now the Bible. We discuss the progress of our offspring's application every Tuesday. This scares me and reassures me in equal measure, Susan knows so much more about it, I get scared and then come home and tell EBD what Susan says. EBD doesn't want to know and has taken me out of the information loop. What Susan knows scares EBD too, and as she is my child, has gone into the land adjacent to mummy denial land, teenager denial land. But she has a duvet pulled over her head.

Last night twas particularly stressful, EBD has a big 5 hour interview today, for her first choice course in her first (and in her head only choice) university. She has a maths test, an interview and a presentation. They are quite specific in their remit. She chooses a poem to read and present an analysis of. She has to bring all sorts of stuff and I want to actually check her bag, actually I want to pack her bag like I did when she was 5.

I am not allowed to be involved, because previously I checked she had sent her reply slip to confirm her interview and checked she'd told work she may be slightly late as she wasn't coming straight from school. She is going to do this all by her own self, so last night she discovers that the poem she has left to the last minute to do, is 140 words, and she needs 250-300. So frantic poem searching starts, then we find that there is no word installed on any computer in this house, when we resolve this is when we discover the printer has no ink.

And all the time I'm trying not to get cross because she, as usual, has left it all to the last minute.

So please send all kinds of positive thoughts her way today, she really will be an amazing primary school teacher, she just needs to be accepted on the course first. So any wee helpful thoughts or magic spells you can do will be much appreciated.

21 comments:

Mud in the City said...

Not sure about magic spells - but sending some positive tropical vibes instead!

The Dotterel said...

Not sure how tropical my vibes will be... it's darned cold up here in Lincolnshire this morning! But hope all goes well for EBD.

Penelope said...

She WILL be a fabulous teacher!! Wishing her all the best today. Lots of love xx

slommler said...

How about the good old fashioned, "I will pray for her right now"!? I can only imagine the stress you are both under right now. Be well!
Hugging you
SueAnn

Nota Bene said...

I have been doing so much positive thinking for EBD, I've left all my own work 'til the last minute....sure she will do just absolutely, totally fine!

Jon Storey said...

I lived on the Isle of Man for 25 years and they have an expression "Ta traa dy lioar ayn" which basically means time enough or don't do today what you can leave till tomorrow (or later).

All of my family suffer this affliction it sounds as if they are not alone.....

Mrs Worthington said...

Ach she'll be fine. She wont be the only one who has left it till the last minute. I'll be interested to hear what happened today though.

Kelloggsville said...

These things have a habit of working out. XXX

menopausaloldbag (MOB) said...

I'm vibing, I'm vibing! All the very best to her, she'll be knackered when it's all over. X

Muddling Along Mummy said...

Will hold my thumbs for her - is a horrible process so hope it all turns out ok

indigo16 said...

Daisy too is a real last minute monster, and whilst she has the luxury of an offer her grades are yet to realise the high stakes set.
Truly it is a vomit rollercoaster trying to move them on into Uni'
You have my sympathy.

Kitty Moore said...

Sending lots of positive thoughts her way - hope it goes well! x

mannanan said...

Living on the Isle of Man as I do Jon's "Ta traa dy lioar ayn" sums it all up perfectly. Both my step-daughters after living on the island for only 10 years take it to heart and it annoys the hell out of me but both have done extremly well. The eldest got her three A levels and the job she wanted and the youngest is now training with Arsenal Ladies FC at their academy in St Albans. Anyway I wish EBD and you all the luck in the world. I'm sure she'll make it.

Madame DeFarge said...

Would hate to go through these days. Hope all went well. Big fingers crossed.

libby said...

Everything crossed for you both....and good positive thoughts sent out into the ether.....the world needs good teachers...she'll be fine.

Chic Mama said...

My heart is thumping for you and your daughter as I read this. That sounds like me, leaving things to the last minute. How ridiculous having to do all that though, puts so much stress and pressure on them. Very very scary. I really hope it went well. Fingers crossed. xx

Working Mum said...

If it's any help the most important thing is whether she likes children; if that shines through in her interview, she'll be fine! Keeping everything crossed for her!

Laura said...

soooooooo how did she get on?

Shirley said...

I only just caught up with this, so since it was written most of a day ago, there's probably new news. Is it too soon to know how she did?

auntiegwen said...

Thanking you all most kindly for your good wishes and so pleased to hear I'm not alone.

You did great.

Herself got the offer from the only place she wants so now all she has to do is get the grades in June, so be warned I will be asking for a repeat performance come June seeing as how you're all so good at it :)

sixpence said...

You were desperately poem-hunting and you didn't call us? Silly billy. Poetry spilling out of the rafters round here! Hope her interview went really well, so glad she got an offer.