My 21-month-old son, Holt, MAY get into pre-school by the time he’s a teenager. I learned this, after calling a specific pre-school I wanted him to attend, and was told, “All full for next year. And the next year. And the year after that. But we can put you on the waiting list for 2017/2018.” Say what? I actually thought I needed a hearing aid.
But, yes, my 21-month-old son may get into pre-school when he’s six (and should be in Grade One) and that’s only a “maybe.” Why? Because he’s still NINTH on the waiting list for the year 2017/2018.
I couldn’t help but laugh when I found out that not only would I have to wait years, but also I was still on a waiting list. Then I cried, because I felt this was a parenting FAIL!
The administrator on the phone was very friendly, but didn’t seem like the type who I could, you know, slip a hundred bucks to or get her so drunk that I could convince her to get Holt in earlier.
She actually told me that, “I can’t even fill out most of the forms for the kids who have spots because half of them aren’t even born yet.” Then I laughed, because, how the heck was I supposed to know that I was supposed to sign him up for pre-school, not only when he was in the womb, or knowing now, that he’d have a greater chance to get into a pre-school of my choice, before I even decided to get pregnant again.