It's exam time for the AB - and as the pampered public school educated offspring of doting professional parents she's not worried - why should she be?
Because I, her screaming harpy of a "first generation to go to University" mother say she should be that's why! I didn't battle my way through the 11 plus , 10 o Levels and 4 A Levels so that she could be a slacker! No - that isn't the way it's supposed to work.
So she is subjected to a constant barrage of questioning about how may Latin declentions she has by heart and whether she has really done the practice French comprehension that she said she had - whilst listening to the sound track of High School Musical 3, obviously.
I periodically scream "it won't be my fault when you're sweeping the streets! I've done my best!" not sure it's helping.
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I'm sure they'll excel at everything with your direction and encouragement.
They'll explain all that to their psychiatrists in middle age.
I know I'm being irrational - I'm afraid it's a case of "I was petrified of exams why aren't you???"
She will be fine - despite me no doubt!
Your daughter comes from good stock, she'll be fine!
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