The only thing constant is change and for my child to step into a toddler from an infant has brought about its own set of problems. Not willing to put in the towel, I have decided, god willing, to get my son admitted in school at the ripe old age of two and a half years(almost three) fraught with its own trials and tribulations.
The stipulation from the government of Delhi regarding school admissions is that on the 31st of March, the child needs to be three and a half years old but a leeway of 45 days can be provided which is what my son falls under. Despite the government directive, some schools have refused to accept the admission form which is a precursor to the admission process itself. Fair enough, the rest of the schools that I had applied for did not admit my son when the first lists were announced for all the schools. Points are given on several different factors such as parents bein an alumnus, distance from the house, elder siblings being in the same school etc. Unfortunately, my son did not get through because he was not able to garner the requisite points. Some learned people have told me that the cut off went at 55 points.
Several well-wishers have also warned, suggested, cajoled me by stating that I should wait for another year before I admit my son in school. The only dichotomy being that if Perke(son) is admitted this academic year then he would be the youngest in the class and if I postpone the admission to next year then he would be the oldest in the class. In addition, my greatest fear is that my son has to complete his education inclusive of a post-graduation, get a job and marry before he is 28 years. Otherwise, god forbid, if he turns up bi-polar like his dad then I am not sure if he would be capable of anything with all due respect considering my mind went for a toss and only I know how much I have struggled with the burden of my genes. Sorry, mom. Another way of looking at it is that my son watches so many cartoons in such varied languages such as French, Russian, Chinese, English, etc. thanks to my dad who spoils him silly, Perke can’t come up with two straight sentences in English let alone make a conversation which is a pity. If Perke continues in the same vein for another year with his mobile, tablet and TV it could very well be another worst-case scenario.
The reason why I got down to jotting my thoughts is that for the fourth or fifth time somebody, my neighbours in this instance, suggested again that it was too early to think about Perke’s admission. With this predicament in mind, I will leave you with a quote from Hamlet,” To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer. The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles.”