Sorry for the gap between posts. I’ve bee incredibly super duper busy. But first, you may have noticed that I’ve put up a new Home Page set-up. I love the new buttons ♥ Soon all the other buttons [the ones on the Games and Reviews pages] will be updated to look like the Home Page buttons.
Anyways, on to school.
Remember how I told you that I tried getting into a really good, prestigious but mega expensive school? Well, I got into a super prestigious and super expensive school! Yay! The annual school fees are something like $22,000 [Australian dollars, of course] but I got a 75% scholarship meaning my parents only have to pay $5500-ish.
All good news, yeah? I told my homeroom teacher, who has always encouraged me to try out for other schools. Later yesterday some of the teachers was randomly congratulating me. I was going to tell my friends at school yesterday when…
I never go to the Principal’s office. Ever. Let me put it into perspective for you. I’ve been at this school since the start of 2008. The first time I went into the Principal’s office was to get me enrolled in ’07. Last year was my second visit, because my maths teacher thought my book was so beautiful I should get a sticker [but that’s fine because I like stickers]. Yesterday was the third time.
“So, I heard you’re moving schools. Explain.”
That’s what the principal said just after he greeted me. To either side of me were the two vice-principals. The principal was staring at me. It was like I was being interrogated for killing someone.
So I explained. I got into the school with a 75% scholarship. It’s a humongous school – there are 350 people in my year level alone, compared with just 16 at my current school. They offer so many subjects. Their campus is enormous. They have four ovals, a swimming pool, lots of tennis courts and lots and lots of classrooms.
But then they set fire. The principal and his two vice-principals. Why I shouldn’t leave. What wonderful opportunities I have at this tiny school. So on.
At the end of the interview I was confused. Shouldn’t they want what’s best for me, not try and convince me to stay at this school with incentives? It was like they were at an auction, and I was the highly prized piece of rare furniture from three millenniums ago.
My homeroom teacher approached me later yesterday. “Don’t worry. They are going to try and do whatever they can to get you to stay at this school, because you are an excellent student.” She said something like that.
So I’m left confused, annoyed. And the principal doesn’t want me to tell anyone about the meeting I had with him or even the fact I tried out at another school.