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Jan. 12th, 2006
I had an interview last night at the college, for an Access to Education course that starts in September. This was right after work, and I had to get all the way out to a district close to the edge of the city, so I'd made arrangements for my mother to collect Rowan for me.
As the crow flies, the college is actually pretty close to where I live. But when you travel by bus, it's ridiculously far away as you have to get the bus into the town centre (which, thankfully, is where I work) and then out again. It takes about an hour in all, and it's the same for pretty much everyone as the bus is on a route that very few other routes intersect with.
So, I was up there for two hours. We had to be interviewed individually, and also provide a writing sample. I chose to do a page on 'My favourite activity', which was about the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
jla_watchtower and I got complemented on my sense of humour - as well as my use of the word 'lacklustre' when describing my early action scenes! *laughs* I've been recommended for the course, so now I just have to wait and see if I've been accepted. Then I have to worry about how the hell I am gonna be able to afford to go back to fulltime education...
And what exactly does it say about me that the only time I've ever been comfortable is when Ive been a student? Am I one of those perpetual students, or something? I need a career, dammit. I need to be able to pay my bills with a job that doesn't bore me stiff.
I got to my parents to pick Rowan up, and neither of my parents bothered to ask how it went. All I got from my mother was "So is it sorted out now?" When I told her I'd been recommended, she responded "Right, well now you can get Rowan's school sorted out then, can't you."
See, Rowan's starting school in September himself. But I've had no clue what to do about that. I did manage to locate a telephone number for the School Admissions department of the council, but not had time to call it yet. Mam's been on my back about it for weeks and this time I got really irritated. I waited for Rowan to finish eating his chocolate and then we left, even though Mam had left me some chips to fry up for my tea.
Maybe I was being petulant - I know what a procrastinator I am. But I would just like some support, not hassle.
Today at work, I sacrificed the majority of my twenty-minute lunch break to call the council about the repairs to my flat. Since I managed to get through pretty quickly for a change, I took the opportunity to call about Rowan's school too. They told me I could call in and fill in a form, so I headed down to County Hall in the Bay and did just that. I signed him up for my old school, Roath Park Primary, in the hope they'll take him even though we're not in the catchment area. His Nursery is on the same street and they have an arrangement to collect some of the kids after school - this would provide good continuity of care for Rowan, as well as make life easier for me. If he doesn't get in, he'll be placed automatically in the default school, which is down the opposite end of the district and I pass it every day on the way to Nursery/work. There are other schools, one pretty much on my doorstep, but you have to apply separately for them as they're either church schools or welsh language schools. It would have been cool to send him to Ysgol Berllan Deg, but since I didn't get him into a welsh language nursery it's not entirely fair on Rowan. My eldest nephew - who's a pretty bright kid - started off in a welsh school even though his parents don't speak a word of it, and he didn't cope very well.
I also got a phone call this afternoon from the council to let me know they'll be out on Monday to sort out my bedroom! *relief* Now I have to take the day off, which is not quite so great since it's short notice again, and worry about what I'm gonna do with all the stuff in the room. The furniture needs to go, as does the carpet, so I still won't be able to sleep in there till my insurance claim is settled.
For right now, I'm tired. If I was a Sim, my comfort and energy vitals would be way down at dangerous levels.
As the crow flies, the college is actually pretty close to where I live. But when you travel by bus, it's ridiculously far away as you have to get the bus into the town centre (which, thankfully, is where I work) and then out again. It takes about an hour in all, and it's the same for pretty much everyone as the bus is on a route that very few other routes intersect with.
So, I was up there for two hours. We had to be interviewed individually, and also provide a writing sample. I chose to do a page on 'My favourite activity', which was about the
jla_watchtower and I got complemented on my sense of humour - as well as my use of the word 'lacklustre' when describing my early action scenes! *laughs* I've been recommended for the course, so now I just have to wait and see if I've been accepted. Then I have to worry about how the hell I am gonna be able to afford to go back to fulltime education...And what exactly does it say about me that the only time I've ever been comfortable is when Ive been a student? Am I one of those perpetual students, or something? I need a career, dammit. I need to be able to pay my bills with a job that doesn't bore me stiff.
I got to my parents to pick Rowan up, and neither of my parents bothered to ask how it went. All I got from my mother was "So is it sorted out now?" When I told her I'd been recommended, she responded "Right, well now you can get Rowan's school sorted out then, can't you."
See, Rowan's starting school in September himself. But I've had no clue what to do about that. I did manage to locate a telephone number for the School Admissions department of the council, but not had time to call it yet. Mam's been on my back about it for weeks and this time I got really irritated. I waited for Rowan to finish eating his chocolate and then we left, even though Mam had left me some chips to fry up for my tea.
Maybe I was being petulant - I know what a procrastinator I am. But I would just like some support, not hassle.
Today at work, I sacrificed the majority of my twenty-minute lunch break to call the council about the repairs to my flat. Since I managed to get through pretty quickly for a change, I took the opportunity to call about Rowan's school too. They told me I could call in and fill in a form, so I headed down to County Hall in the Bay and did just that. I signed him up for my old school, Roath Park Primary, in the hope they'll take him even though we're not in the catchment area. His Nursery is on the same street and they have an arrangement to collect some of the kids after school - this would provide good continuity of care for Rowan, as well as make life easier for me. If he doesn't get in, he'll be placed automatically in the default school, which is down the opposite end of the district and I pass it every day on the way to Nursery/work. There are other schools, one pretty much on my doorstep, but you have to apply separately for them as they're either church schools or welsh language schools. It would have been cool to send him to Ysgol Berllan Deg, but since I didn't get him into a welsh language nursery it's not entirely fair on Rowan. My eldest nephew - who's a pretty bright kid - started off in a welsh school even though his parents don't speak a word of it, and he didn't cope very well.
I also got a phone call this afternoon from the council to let me know they'll be out on Monday to sort out my bedroom! *relief* Now I have to take the day off, which is not quite so great since it's short notice again, and worry about what I'm gonna do with all the stuff in the room. The furniture needs to go, as does the carpet, so I still won't be able to sleep in there till my insurance claim is settled.
For right now, I'm tired. If I was a Sim, my comfort and energy vitals would be way down at dangerous levels.
