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Not such a good day today. Went to see a school which would have been perfect for Firstborn but they are full with no hope of places until September. Then Fistborn and the Small(er) One started fighting halfway through the school tour and ended up rolling on the floor scrapping over a furry teddy, which obviously was an incredibly impressive thing to do in front of the head teacher. So probably no place there EVER.

Tomorrow Firstborn is being assessed at another school (at the age of 6!!!), then the next day she's being tested for dyslexia (long story but in brief, something we've suspected for a while but we have to do it now we're in Dubai in order to help her to get into a school).

Someone tell me why I'm doing this?

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KPB said…
Do you know Tracey from Third Cat (and now from Adelaide from Adelaide)? She has just relocated to Dubai in the last few weeks. Let me know if you'd like her details. Her blog is http://adelaidefromadelaide.wordpress.com/
3:26 pm
Anonymous said…
It will be good to have a professional assessment to see if Firstborn is dyslexic - then teaching methods can be organised to help her. I think Dubai might be very good on such things. As for the Teddy Fight - Firstborn and Small(er) One are obviously planning a school-free life in Dubai! Ever thought about home tuition? Would you survive? Good Luck tomorrow.
4:17 pm
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