On Wednesday we picked up J from school and went to a careers fair. This was quite interesting. J knows what he wants to do: engineering at university, just a matter of which course at which university. And the small matter of getting some GCSEs and A levels. There were displays by a few universities as well as lots of other careers as well. There were even some live farm animals. Interesting when talking to admissions officer from one uni, he said 'We don't care what GCSEs you do as long as you do Maths and Science at A-level'. So we needn't worry too much about GCSE options then.
It only seems 2 minutes since we were wondering which senior school.
We did pick up a leaflet about an organisation that lets them try out some short engineering courses to see if they like it which would be a good idea, if he agrees.
After that we popped back into town (as in town where H's school is) as he wanted to buy some books and look round the secondhand games shop. Then we went into Pizza Express again (had a voucher to use up). Had a nice meal, we all had pizza and dessert, I don't think their chocolate fudge cake is the best I've ever had though, wish I'd stuck to semifreddo which is delish. Only problem at Pizza Express was a child who kept running around yelling in a very loud voice. Ok I've been through the small child in a restaurant thing and I still shudder at the memory of what happened with the coffee bean dispenser but this child was LOUD. Every so often his mum would explode and yell 'I can't take any more of this and you're not getting any ice-cream and we're never coming here again,' and she was LOUD too. She had an older boy who was sitting there quietly and suddenly put his head on the table. At this point his mum turned on him and said he was old enough and clever enough to know better and it was no wonder his little brother was being so naughty, he was just copying him. At this point the first-born child in me rose up and I really felt like shouting at her to leave him alone. It's not fair when older children get blamed for everything and told they've got to be responsible while the younger one can get away with murder. (At this point little brother I will discover whether you read my blog or not). It would probably have helped as well if she'd brought along something to occupy them.
Anyway the loud little boy knew and his mum knew and everyone else in the restaurant knew that however he behaved he would still get his ice cream and he did. And we all know that they'll be back again. Just hope it's not when we're there.
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