One of my favourite jazz standards – interpreted by Dinah, Sarah or Nina and so true for any number of circumstances…
Before the autumn term last year, Evosoccer decided to stream their classes – giving them names of big cats – Lions as king of the field, followed by tigers, cheetahs, etc, . They asked parents to do an initial assessment but stated that the final decision would be their responsibility.
Kwame is excellent but so are several others. To avoid the shame of being demoted, I plumped for tigers, I like the animal and the times of the classes accommodated us attending church on a Friday morning.
Within a couple of weeks, we were asked to move to Lions on Fridays at 8:00 am and Mondays at 4:45pm. I pleaded, as did other parents asked to move, to maintain our Saturday am session.
Fast forward to February and Evosoccer had further refined their streaming and the elite Lions were asked to train on Mondays at 3:45 and Friday at 8:00 am. The email was worded to ensure maximum guilt that you are hurting your child’s chances of being the future World Cup hope of ‘fill in the country of your choice/origin’.
I allowed myself to ask the unthinkable – what if we did not go to church on Friday but did soccer instead?
What’s your unthinkable question?