Entry into Christ's Hospital
Posted: Thu Mar 16, 2006 10:21 am
Last September, Jonathan was lucky enough to be offered a place as a New Dep into CH. It has been a great experience, if a tough one, for him. Coming from a very small village in Cornwall with virtually no other children of his own age, it has not always been easy for him, and the academic expectations of the staff are clearly much higher than anything he has experienced hitherto. Despite the difficulties however, he is immensely proud of the school and everything it stands for; he has, I believe, begun to settle in and contribute effectively to Housey life in a variety of ways and will, I am sure, continue to do so.
Just over a week ago, Oliver's prowess at cross-country took him to Bournemouth; from here, the journey seems practically most of the way to CH, so, naturally, we went on and took Jonathan out to dinner that Saturday evening. On Sunday morning, Oliver and I squeezed into full school chapel, and then, after lunch, Oliver went off to watch Jonathan do his clay-pigeon shooting down at Doctor's Lake before we all went to the Band Concert in Big School.
Oliver had considered an application to Christ's Hospital at age 11, but coming from a tiny village primary school in which there were only two other boys in his year group, he felt that he was not ready to leave home just yet. Understandable perhaps, but he has since regretted it. He is a keen all-round sportsman and loves his football even more than his cross-country(which since age 11 he has done at National level running at major events all over the UK where he has represented Cornwall and his school in various finals and UK trials). Unfortunately, Flushing has only four buses a day and nothing after 4:30 pm. The ferry to Falmouth stops at 5:00 pm and so Oliver is entirely dependant on lifts on the twelve mile journey home from Truro for the four nights a week he spends training and singing in the Cornwall Junior Choir. His orchestra at school has collapsed as has the Truro Youth Orchestra in which he played for a couple of years.
I mention all this just to indicate that living in a beautiful place (as we do) can create serious problems for children as well as giving them great joy, and it is to its credit that Christ's Hospital has always understood that whereas "need" may be often be that of severe financial deprivation, there are other needs as well. No doubt, this was taken into account in Jonathan's successful application last year.
Anyway, for some time, Oliver had been increasingly envious of Jonathan and, after each visit, becoming ever more aware of the various facilities the school had to offer - sitting in the organ loft, wandering over Big Side, watching his brother in the theatre lighting room or peering in at the swimming pool while having a snack in the Leisure Centre. He makes friends very easily and already relates well to those of Jonathan who he meets in the theatre or in Peele A. He also quickly established contact with a lady in Big School sitting next to us who turned out to be a presentation governor with a presentation available! So enchanted was she by him that she offered him a presentation on the spot - alas the Admissions procedure only allows presentation at the age of 11, so that door seems to be shut. In fact, as Oliver is now 12, he is unlikely to be considered for entry until 16, by which time, of course, it will be very late in the day for him to begin developing any academic, musical or sporting potential he may have. Just in case a miracle happens, I have this week submitted an application for entry on Oliver's behalf.
I have told this tale at length in case it may have some general interest for forum members who have children or who know of children who may be in a similar situation to Oliver or Jonathan. In any case, I should be interested in any comments that anyone cares to make.
Just over a week ago, Oliver's prowess at cross-country took him to Bournemouth; from here, the journey seems practically most of the way to CH, so, naturally, we went on and took Jonathan out to dinner that Saturday evening. On Sunday morning, Oliver and I squeezed into full school chapel, and then, after lunch, Oliver went off to watch Jonathan do his clay-pigeon shooting down at Doctor's Lake before we all went to the Band Concert in Big School.
Oliver had considered an application to Christ's Hospital at age 11, but coming from a tiny village primary school in which there were only two other boys in his year group, he felt that he was not ready to leave home just yet. Understandable perhaps, but he has since regretted it. He is a keen all-round sportsman and loves his football even more than his cross-country(which since age 11 he has done at National level running at major events all over the UK where he has represented Cornwall and his school in various finals and UK trials). Unfortunately, Flushing has only four buses a day and nothing after 4:30 pm. The ferry to Falmouth stops at 5:00 pm and so Oliver is entirely dependant on lifts on the twelve mile journey home from Truro for the four nights a week he spends training and singing in the Cornwall Junior Choir. His orchestra at school has collapsed as has the Truro Youth Orchestra in which he played for a couple of years.
I mention all this just to indicate that living in a beautiful place (as we do) can create serious problems for children as well as giving them great joy, and it is to its credit that Christ's Hospital has always understood that whereas "need" may be often be that of severe financial deprivation, there are other needs as well. No doubt, this was taken into account in Jonathan's successful application last year.
Anyway, for some time, Oliver had been increasingly envious of Jonathan and, after each visit, becoming ever more aware of the various facilities the school had to offer - sitting in the organ loft, wandering over Big Side, watching his brother in the theatre lighting room or peering in at the swimming pool while having a snack in the Leisure Centre. He makes friends very easily and already relates well to those of Jonathan who he meets in the theatre or in Peele A. He also quickly established contact with a lady in Big School sitting next to us who turned out to be a presentation governor with a presentation available! So enchanted was she by him that she offered him a presentation on the spot - alas the Admissions procedure only allows presentation at the age of 11, so that door seems to be shut. In fact, as Oliver is now 12, he is unlikely to be considered for entry until 16, by which time, of course, it will be very late in the day for him to begin developing any academic, musical or sporting potential he may have. Just in case a miracle happens, I have this week submitted an application for entry on Oliver's behalf.
I have told this tale at length in case it may have some general interest for forum members who have children or who know of children who may be in a similar situation to Oliver or Jonathan. In any case, I should be interested in any comments that anyone cares to make.