Standard Grades seemed so simple. Were they ever an issue? Did I ever worry that GP1 might not be working hard enough? Surely not. The fact that GP2 is sitting his SGs this year is really just incidental. Because, dear reader, we have Highers looming. I have written very little about GP1 and his meandering journey towards Highers for the simple reason that I find it all too distressing. It’s also difficult not to get too personal about it all. Why, I wonder, am I the one waking in the middle of the night worrying about oldest son’s English essay? I’ve got my own report deadlines to worry about, thank you very much.
But I was cheered the other day by an email comment from the wonderful lady who is struggling to tutor him through English and I thought perhaps it was worth sharing:-
For what it’s worth, our middle son was every bit as balky about English as GP1 is. (I seem to remember his dad making some remark to the effect that getting him to apply himself was like trying to push a grand piano up the north face of the Eiger.) But he (R, that is) did eventually muddle through his Highers. So be of good cheer!
So next time I’m banging my head against something very hard, I’ll try to remember that image of a piano on the Eiger.
And perhaps I’ll try posting a little more about this tortuous endeavour.
Photo credit: Tooley