It’s a fantastic school, with wonderful teachers and laid-back yet enthusiastic students. In any rational world they’d be turning away potential pupils in their droves (how many are there in a drove, by the way?).
Here, however, with the old tribal stuff, although the place was packed, I suspect that most were looking for an insurance place, a possible second choice in case their son or daughter misses the grammar school target. And not just any grammar school, of course, but almost invariably the one that the appropriate parent attended. This aspect of Northern Ireland’s culture is particularly weird to us English, who generally have no interest in where our parents went to school, and no desire whatsoever to inflict the same on our children. But here it’s a big thing. The other day I met a woman from Belfast whose husband was originally from Derry and hankered to go back there purely so that his son could attend his old school. It’s even written into the admissions policy of every school (except the integrated ones which are too new for it to apply), that having a parent who attended the school is one of the criteria for being accepted.
I’d thought initially, coming here and being horrified by the continued sectarian divide, that the fault line lay with religion and that the separate schools were a symptom of that. (Mixed metaphor, sorry.) I’m starting to think, though, that with the decline in religious observance (and presumably of religious belief as well) schools have taken the place of faith in defining identity, so that a boy does not go to St Michael’s (the Catholic grammar school) because he is Catholic, but is Catholic because he went to St Michael’s.
All the same, the integrated schools are thriving and growing, oversubscribed in many areas and even where they aren’t at age eleven, as here, attracting many transfers later on, among the 13+ age-group, some of whom are allowed to make up their own minds. And there are good signs that the next generation may be more open-minded than the last, and that our children’s contemporaries will have shaken off the desolate desire to define themselves by, and re-enact through their children, their rather sad and segregated schooldays.