montyracing2
At the Start
For those who can’t remember or found the subject too boring to remember, my last Christmas meal was suspended when my Daughter announced she was putting her medical school application on hold and was going to plan a ‘gap-year’.
My reaction, as any proper Neanderthal father would be, was ‘over my dead body!’
My daughter decided that my reaction was inappropriate and moved bedrooms to one in her Grandma’s, few hundred yards away
This was followed by a general war of attrition between myself, my daughter and some well intentioned people from whom she was taking advice (e.g. educational/pastoral advocates).
I reckon that my daughter suddenly realised I was very serious when she had to deal with the consequences of communication between myself and her Head of College which involved words like ‘either you or your members of staff don’t know what they’re doing’.
Anyway four months on Sarah won a place at Brighton and Sussex Medical School, she got the necessary ‘A’ levels and has returned home this Christmas a changed young person - still got that streak of ‘not suffering fools like you, Dad’ but enjoying a very exciting life and the festive season passed as it should.
I suppose in some way she has grown out of the shadow of her two brothers, both at medical school, and is no longer having to be somebody different. Even a year ago I could understand that, but my background reading into successful careers had led me to believe that gap-years simply made things more difficult.
Hope everyone's festive season was similar - MR2
My reaction, as any proper Neanderthal father would be, was ‘over my dead body!’
My daughter decided that my reaction was inappropriate and moved bedrooms to one in her Grandma’s, few hundred yards away
This was followed by a general war of attrition between myself, my daughter and some well intentioned people from whom she was taking advice (e.g. educational/pastoral advocates).
I reckon that my daughter suddenly realised I was very serious when she had to deal with the consequences of communication between myself and her Head of College which involved words like ‘either you or your members of staff don’t know what they’re doing’.
Anyway four months on Sarah won a place at Brighton and Sussex Medical School, she got the necessary ‘A’ levels and has returned home this Christmas a changed young person - still got that streak of ‘not suffering fools like you, Dad’ but enjoying a very exciting life and the festive season passed as it should.
I suppose in some way she has grown out of the shadow of her two brothers, both at medical school, and is no longer having to be somebody different. Even a year ago I could understand that, but my background reading into successful careers had led me to believe that gap-years simply made things more difficult.
Hope everyone's festive season was similar - MR2
