Family Walk: Tissington

According to our trusty guidebook, Derbyshire Walks with Children (DWWC), Tissington is in the running to be the most beautiful village in England.  The village has six wells that are decorated every year during a festival on Ascension Sunday.  Tradition has it this is an offering of thanks to God for the wells never running dry in over 600 years.  Clearly, this is a village with much that is important to see.

Naturally, we started our visit with the important things.  Namely, the ducks in the pond who eagerly ate the bread that another friendly family who was there gave the girls to thrown in.

Next on the agenda was a small stream by the road that runs through one side of the village.  This stream is important because it's just narrow enough that both Elise and Charis can jump over it.

I forgot to track our walk with the Run Keeper app on my phone.  Their map utility let me reconstruct the walk.  Here's my best guess at what we did.  According to DWWC, it was about 2.5 miles.  RunKeeper said 2.25, but I'm sure we had 400 metres of the girls wandering.  So I'll take credit for 2.5 miles.

There's an old church on the right side of the road the runs past Tissington Hall.  The building dates to around 1100 AD, although it evidently still houses a local parish.  We spent some time looking at the different tombstones.

Kristine and Charis found the oldest one we came across.  The date was in the 1600s.

These two were my favorite "cool design" stones.  The cross tombstone was from circa 1915 for a knighted fellow and his wife.

We did find one of the wells when we walked out of the church.

Tissington Hall looked pretty cool from the road.  I assumed that because it was a hall, it was open for public exploration.  The sign beside the gate supported my assumption (I thought).  So I opened the gate and led everyone else into the grounds.  We were met by a fellow who very firmly told us "This is a private residence.  It costs 10 pounds to view it.  There are seven of you.  Do you want pay 70 pounds?  No? Okay, please leave out the gate."  In hindsight I'm more sympathetic to him not being friendly to unwanted guests.  On the other hand, the gate was open and there was no sign to indicate it was a private residence.

We made our way out of Tissington via a footpath.  The book told us to go up the hill, over the top, and down to the railway track.  We didn't think this would be a big deal.

The sheep that we passed certainly didn't seem very excited about our presence.

We didn't appreciate just how windy it would be while climbing the hill.  Clare had the right idea.  She pulled her hood over her head and buried it in Kristine's back.

The best I could do was model the raised eyebrow that my mother and brother use so effectively to show disapproval.  I'm not sure how well it worked.  It hasn't in the past.

Charis's expression here says it all.

RunKeeper created an elevation profile for our hike when I recreated our route.  They claim our elevation change was 82 feet.  The half mile stretch that was the windy hill is evidently only 50 feet.  I don't buy it.  It sure felt like more than that.

Here's another shot of us braving the wind.  We forgot to bring hats, gloves, or heavy coats for the girls.  Charis got Kristine's hat.  I guess you can be told to prepare for unpredictable English weather, but until you get hit by unpredictable weather, there's only so much that the advice registers.  We were fortunate that we didn't get caught in any rain.  Everyone's spirits cheered considerably when we got to the summit, they realized we were really going downhill, and we got a chance to appreciate some of the views.

I took this photo once we got off the hill and back onto the trail.

The trail is a converted railroad bed.  We walked on it for a good mile or so back to the car park.  This photo is a little fuzzy.  The red coats in ahead of us were rangers.  There was a crew of them on top of the bank to the right, throwing pretty large tree trunks over the edge.  The folks at the bottom picked them up and put them into their trailer.  They graciously stopped throwing logs while we walked by.

Charis and I also found this fire burning by the trail.  I'm guessing this is done regularly, as we found a couple other ash circles.  We didn't ask the rangers, despite their friendly offer to let Charis join their crew.

Considering how cold and windy the climb over the hill was, the girls did great job on this hike.  They stated emphatically that it was hard work, but they stayed cheerful.  Charis enjoyed the bridges that we walked under.

She still had enough energy to run up these stairs, and presence of mind to recognize the sign saying that they led to another footpath.  The presence of mind is impressive because the only time we talked with the girls about footpath signs was on top of the hill when we were trying to find our way down without being blown over.  The stairs led to another field with a stone wall.  She turned around without asking to explore further, for which I'm grateful.

Clare sang cheerfully for much of hike along the trail.  She did, however, generally refuse to show her face.

Finally, the end of the hike and our trusty Corsa.  For the record, I did fit into the driver's seat without a shoehorn, and Chars sat comfortably behind me.  Tissington doesn't get the "we're definitely coming back" grade that Elvaston and Calke Abbey do.  That said, a consistent theme from adults and children during our highs and lows before bed was the high of going on the hike.  It is a lovely village, and there are several bed and breakfasts nestled through it.  So perhaps we'll make a return trip.  We'll just make sure to our gear is better stocked than this time around.

Family Walk: Elvaston Castle and Park

Kristine's parents are in town for a week.  We gave her mom our copy of Derbyshire Walks with Children and asked her to pick 3.  Today's walk was at Elvaston Castle.  It's been on our list for a while from other recommendations, so I was glad to get a chance to check it out.  Consistent with a couple other local places we've visited, I think we'll be going back again.  There's much more than a 90 minute walk let us see.

One reason we have to go back is because, much to Clare's dismay, we didn't spend any time at the playground.  It was pretty hard on her to walk from the car to the pay station (past the playground), and then stand in line waiting for parking tickets while looking across a row of cars to said playground.  We declined one Indianapolis colleague's advice to get a people carrier (e.g., minivan) for our time here so that we could carry guests.  That means we do two cars when we have guests.  This weekend it's our normal Golf plus a Vauxhall Corsa from the Avis guys at Rolls-Royce.  It gives us the people capacity we need, but it also means buying two parking tickets.  Which is a problem when the automated ticket machine is painfully slow.  Everyone else went ahead (with sobbing toddler in tow) while I stayed in line and swore that next time we're here I'm going to the ticket office and paying cash.

I got the cars sorted, joined the rest of the family, and found a much happier Clare with two excited older sisters.  The map below shows the walk we took.  The reason the girls were so excited is that the beginning of the walk has all sorts of trees and rock formations to explore.

This gave Elise a chance to work on her hero poses.

Charis and I got in on the action,

which is how this became the first family photo we've taken since moving to the UK.

That first quarter mile or so of the walk got a disproportionately large amount of our time because of the rocks and trees.  Clare found her own cave,

The girls scaled some massive cliffs,

and we tried to take another family photo.  This one got sabotaged by all the people on the path with dogs.  One of us found looking at the dogs to be much more interesting than looking at the camera.

We did spend a little time at the castle itself, but not much.  Steve Frey, a now former secondee, has a good explanation of why the castle is run down here.  The girls were excited about the gardens until they saw the signs about staying on the path.  Kristine's parents were more appreciative, and thoughtfully took this photo of the main garden.

We also got the obligatory photo of the drunken gardener tree.

I thought the most interesting part of the gardens was this sculpture in the Old English Garden.

Clare had spent most of the walk so far on her own two feet.  By the time I took this picture of her sisters in the Old English Garden (about 1 mile into it), she was running out of steam.  So she got to ride on my shoulders back to the car.

We did get a couple more tree and rock photos in.  I might have mentioned earlier how much fun the girls had with them (and how much we enjoyed watching them have fun).

The School Appeal

During the fall of 2006 I was chosen to serve on a jury for an ugly child abuse case.  At the time I was in the middle of writing my comprehensive exam essays, one of which dealt with different forms of control that organizations use to try and prevent bad things from happening.  In engineering terms we call this risk mitigation.  I was working for a company that was trying to recover from a major market downturn, and specifically wanted the gate reviews it held for new product launches to avoid bad things like releasing products nobody wanted.  I talked with Gitte Jordan, an anthropologist friend and mentor, shortly after getting selected for the jury.  The gist of the conversation was how I wasn't sure I was going to survive the trial.  Gitte suggested I take advantage of the chance to do ethnographic research on the trial process from the jury's view.  Her first point was that juries, like engineering companies, are organizations that social scientists have very limited access to.  I had a golden opportunity to record what really happens in a jury, as opposed to what huge amounts of paper and ink over the centuries have told us is supposed to happen.  Gitte's second point was that like trials, gate reviews require a group of people (the gate review panel) to come together for a short period of time, watch a theatrical performance in which coded information is exchanged, are rarely told all the facts of the case, and are expected to reach consensus under intense time pressure so they can make a decision with a great deal at stake.  As such, thinking ethnographically about my experience on the jury could help me think through the portions of my dissertation that dealt with gate reviews and risk control.

I followed Gitte's advice and jotted ethnographic field notes for the rest of the trial.  It helped me keep my sanity, just barely.  That discussion forever lodged in my head the idea that gate reviews are a theatrical performance.  This is borderline heresy if discussed on the record (as, I imagine, would be the assertion that a trial is a theatrical interchange between the judge and attorneys), but I've found the concept resonates with coworkers when we discuss it in suitably safe off-the-record venues.  Some time later, another colleague and mentor got me thinking about the claim that the operating procedures and certification plans we write should really be considered works of fantasy and fiction.  There's a whole line of thinking there just waiting to be explored.

This isn't a blog post about juries and gate reviews (although I continue to dream about writing the paper).  I share that story as an introduction because the experience gave me two things: a coping mechanism to handle high-stress situations by stepping back and thinking ethnographically, and an analytical framework that looks at group decisions through the lens of theatrical performance, exchange of coded information, and high stakes.  That's what this blog post is about.  Specifically, it's about the theatrical performance called the school appeal hearing and the high stakes of whether Charis would be accepted into the school in Melbourne.

The short story: Primary school in Melbourne is split between two schools.  The Infant School takes Reception (4-5 yr olds) through Year 2 (6-7 yr olds).  The Junior School takes Year 3 (7-8 yr olds) through Year 6 (10-11 yr olds).  The schools in Derby and the surrounding area tend to be full.  This is generally true for the schools with higher Ofsted ratings.  It is especially true for Year 1.  There was evidently a baby boom in the UK about 5 years ago, and all the kids who were born then are looking for schools.  When we looked at schools in December, we discovered that a mid-year transfer for daughters in year 1 and year 3 was not going to be easy.  Melbourne Junior School told us they had one opening in year 3.  Melbourne Infant School told us they were full in year 1, but did have overall capacity in the school.  If we applied, the council that governs admissions would reject us.  If we filed an appeal on the grounds that we lived in the catchment area and had another child in the Junior School, we would have a strong case for the rejection being overturned.  We applied to both schools in December and filed the appeal for Charis right away.  We got Elise's acceptance notice before we left the US.  When we landed in the UK we found out that our appeal hearing was scheduled for 30 Jan (Thursday).  I went to the appeal hearing and made my case.  A representative from the council made their case that the Infant School was full.  We received a letter in the mail on 1 Feb (Saturday) stating that our appeal had been upheld and Charis would be placed into the Infant School.  She started school the following Tuesday (4 Feb).

The long story: I drove the half hour north to Heanor from Derby.  The appeal was held in the town hall.

I was all set to find a desk, tell someone I was here, and ask for directions to the room.  Instead, this sign was posted on the door immediately to my left when I walked in.  I didn't even have to walk into the main offices.  It turns out the appeals for Derbyshire county are held at different locations.  This is because the county encompasses quite a wide geographic area encircling all of Derby.  I'm sure there's something to the location of the appeal and the placement of the sign that is intended to shuttle incoming traffic without disruption to the rest of the town hall business.  So you're supposed to know to look for the sign (assumption about tacit knowledge). 

Here's the layout for the waiting area and room where the appeal was held (yes, I got a little carried away doodling on Visio).  The blank spot on the top left is the stairway that I walked up.  The lower left area with double doors is an elevator.  I got there at about 1:15 for a 1:30 appeal.  I saw a woman standing by the door to the appeals room.

"Are you here for the appeal?"
"Yes."
"I think they're still discussing the last case.  I'll just go downstairs for a few minutes."

A short time later another woman came out of the appeals room, introduced herself as the clerk for the appeal (I'll call her Jill), and asked if I was Dr. Collins.  I answered affirmatively.  She went downstairs and returned with the first woman, whom she introduced as Ms. Irlwig (not her real name; just a handy one for me to use).  She then briefly described what would happen: The appeal is binding on both parties.  None of the panel are employed by the Council.  This ensures their independence.  The panel must have one member with a background in education, and one "lay" member who does not have a background in education.  The third member can be either.  Ms. Irlwig will present the case for the Council, which is that Charis should not be admitted to Melbourne Infant School.  You and the panel will have an opportunity to ask questions.  You will then be asked to present your case, after which Ms. Irlwig and the panel will have an opportunity to ask questions.  Ms. Irlwig will make a closing statement for the Council.  You will have an opportunity to make the final closing statement.  My role as clerk is to ensure that the panel abides by the legal regulations for the appeal process.  If at any time you feel you have not been given a fair hearing, please say so.  You should know that the Council are making their case based on a Key Stage 1 argument, which is that admitting Charis into year 1 affects year 1 capacity now, and capacity in future classes as well.  I will make sure the appeals panel abide by the legal constraints associated with this argument.  The panel are hearing appeals all afternoon, so they will not make a decision until the end of the day.  I will put a letter with their decision in first class post to you tomorrow morning.

Jill excused herself to see if the panel were ready for us to begin.  I asked Ms. Irlwig if she worked at the Infant School.  She said that she works for the Derbyshire Council.  One of the rules for the appeal is that the school must send the same representative for every appeal.  When a school only has 2 or 3 appeals per year, it is not a big disruption to send a staff member.  Melbourne Infant School gets a lot of appeals, so having someone required to be out of the office one afternoon per month is not practical.  Because of this, Ms. Irlwig presents all appeals on their behalf (and on behalf of a few other schools).

Key thoughts on this encounter:

• The reference to me as Dr. Collins.  I rarely use that term self-referentially, although I did include it as a title on the appeal and school applications.  In the US, I'm accustomed to people referring to me as Mr. Collins, even if I happen to write something down that identifies the Dr. label.  I suspect this was simply the clerk being polite by referring to me as I'd
• Ms. Irlwig's decision to leave the waiting area when I walked in.  There's something here about avoiding contact between parties presenting the appeal.  I'm not sure exactly what the hidden assumption was.  If it was just about avoiding conversation, she could have kept her chair on the other side of the elevator and said nothing to me.  Perhaps that lack of conversation would have been considered rude, so the answer was physical separation.
• Key Stage 1.  This was the first of many code words exchanged between Jill, the panel, and Ms. Irlwig.  I honestly don't know what it means or what unique legal constraints associated with it are.  It seems pretty clear that accepting Charis into year 1 means her presence will also affect the numbers in year 2 when she moves up in September.

Jim, Joe (chair), Jane (education)

We entered the appeal room.  The gentleman in the center (I'll call him Joe) opened the conversation. "Dr. Collins?"  "Yes," I answered, as I put down my laptop case and coat by the wall, sat down in my chair, and poured myself a glass of water.  Joe introduced the panel members (all Mr or Ms; no first names).  He summarized how the appeal would run.  It was pretty much the same as what the clerk told me.  He explained that Jane was the panel member with a background in education, and that he and Jim did not have backgrounds in education.  He gave me a laminated A4 paper with the steps in the appeal, saying that "We will try to follow this sequence as informally as possible."  I gather this was intended to be reassuring.

Joe: "Do you have any questions before we begin?"
Me (silently): "I have tons of questions about how this process.  I'm not going to take time asking them because at the end of the day, the process will be whatever the process will be."
Me (out loud): "I have no questions."
Joe: "Ms. Irlwig, please present on behalf of the Council."

Each of us had a printed packet containing the Council's case for not accepting Charis (Exhibit A), my original appeal (Exhibit B), and supplemental information I'd submitted in January (Exhibit C; I was given a deadline to provide this when the scheduled the appeal was scheduled).  Ms. Irlwig essentially read through the contents of Exhibit A.  In a nutshell, her case was as follows:

• The school is full, and capacity is being stretched by the high number of applications.
• An additional classroom was built before the 2013 - 14 school year.  For the 2014 - 15 year, the Council will authorize the school to accept 210 students, which is the capacity that the new classroom expands them to.  The authorization remained 200 for the current school year.
• Recognizing the anticipated growth, the Council authorized the school to accept 70 students into Reception.  Year 1 and Year 2 were each limited to ??.
• Facilities and staff are based on the 2013 - 14 authorizations.  Admitting an additional student would challenge the facilities (e.g., place for lunch boxes, notebooks, etc) and ability of the staff to provide efficient education to their students.
• There is a new housing development being built in Melbourne which will create an additional influx of applicants for a school that is already full.
• Accepting more students increases road traffic around the school, which is a hindrance for staff and visitors trying to access the school grounds.
• She also submitted new evidence (Exhibit D) which was a floor plan of the school showing dimensions of the classrooms.  She only had one copy of Exhibit D.  The panel members looked at it, I looked at it, and then I gave it back to her.

There were not many questions after Ms. Irlwig made her case.  Here are the ones I really didn't care about because they dealt with long-term capacity issues and really had nothing to do with Charis's admission:

• Can the school build another classroom to accommodate future growth?  Yes, but that will take away playground space, which we've said is already limited.
• Is the council monitoring growth in Melbourne to handle the potential influx of students?  Yes, we have a formula that we apply based on the number of residences in the area, and that formula is adjusted with the addition of new housing developments.  That is partly why the 2014 - 15 year will have a higher capacity allowed for admissions.

Here are the two questions I really did care about.

• Are you telling us that the school has physical capacity for 210 students, and it currently has 206 students?  Yes, that is correct.
• Your table shows that Class 5, which is a combined Year 1 / Year 2 class, has 29 students.  The maximum number of students per classroom is 30.  So Class 5 has one available space?  Yes, that is correct.

"Dr. Collins, do you have any questions."  "No.  My only question was the Class 5 capacity, and you have asked that."  "Very well, we invite you to make your case."

I had talked with two colleagues at Rolls-Royce, both of whom had submitted appeals to get their second child accepted into the Infant and Junior Schools, about the benefits and drawbacks of reading your appeal directly versus ad-libbing.  Our discussion centered around making sure that you were concise with your information and didn't ramble.  Reading directly could help (or not).  For better or for worse, I decided to ad-lib.  Here's the gist of what I said.

• I submitted new information to the council last week beyond the original appeal that we filed in December.  This is because our family situation has changed.  In December, we had applied to both schools, but did not know our admission status.  Elise has since been accepted at Melbourne Junior School, and has been attending classes since 6th Jan (the appeal was on 30th Jan).  We have also enrolled Clare, our youngest daughter, at Puddleducks Nursery school, which is a short walk from the Infant and Junior Schools.
• Having spent almost three weeks dropping Elise at the Junior School, we do not believe it is realistic for Charis to be placed at any other Derbyshire school.  The 10 minute drop off and pickup window is too small to allow driving to another school.  The only way we could do this would be to leave one child unaccompanied at the beginning and end of the day.  As parents, we are not willing to do this.
• If you place Charis at a different school and we are able to get Elise accepted there as well, we will have to withdraw her from Melbourne Junior School.  This is a non-trivial disruption given that we've just moved her between countries and given her 3 weeks to settle in her current class.
• Finally, I recognize that the Derbyshire schools are full, and that accepting mid-year transfers is challenging.  I also recognize that space in Year 1 is particularly challenging.  You can see from the table I've provided that no school within a 5 mile radius of our home has space in both Year 1 and Year 3.  This means that placing them in the same school will represent a disruption and challenge capacity at any school they attend.  I appreciate the difficulty this presents for placing two children in one school.  

In the additional information, I stated that we were intentionally walking to and from school.  I said this partly on advice from a colleague, and partly as a direct jab at the Council statement that additional traffic was a disruption to staff and visitors.  I didn't make that point verbally at the appeal. I finished my case with the point about recognizing the challenge we presented.  Perhaps I was being too conciliatory by making this point, but I wanted, as best as I could, to approach this as two parties working together to solve a mutually difficult problem than as an inefficient bureaucracy that needed to get its act together and put my daughter into the school of my choice.  The panel and Ms. Irlwig then asked questions.  Here are the ones I remember.

• Jim: What is the closest school to you besides Melbourne Infant School?  Me: Aston Primary School, which is 6 miles away.  Jim: That's too far to have children in separate schools.
• Joe: You didn't put other schools on your application.  You know your entitled to list 3?  Me: Yes, that was intentional.  Our guidance from Rolls-Royce was that if our application was unsuccessful, the Council would be obligated to place our children into schools.  We knew that we would have to have exactly this discussion if Charis was not admitted to the Infant School.  Ms. Irlwig: The Council is only obligated to place your child in limited circumstances (rattled off Reception, Year 3, and a couple others I could catch).  They're not obligated to place your child for a mid-year transfer.  All they must do is advise you of your options.

ASIDE: I said nothing in response to Ms. Irlwig's statement, but I wanted to hit the roof.  In my professional world, "I'm here to advise" often means "You'll need to do all the work."  Ms. Irlwig's statement made a number of events make a whole lot more sense.  The Council e-mailed us Elise's acceptance notice within a week of applying (before Christmas).  They snail mailed Charis's denial notice to our house in Melbourne.  I found out the appeal date because the administrator at the Infant School called the Council on our behalf to ask when it was.  This is the same administrator who the Council told not to accept Charis.  Charis has been out of school for a month, and now I find out that I don't actually get any help from the Council to get her into school.  None of this strengthened my desire for collaboration (or, for that matter, civil dialogue).

• Ms. Irlwig: Your table shows that St. Hardulph's Church of England School in Breedon does not have capacity in Year 1.  We spoke with the Leicesteshire Council this morning and confirmed that they could accept both children.  Me: We visited St. Hardulph's in December and were told that they could not accept Charis into Year 1 if we lived in Melbourne because we would be out of catchment.  There are no houses within catchment that could take our family.  Ms. Irlwig: They gave you incorrect information about the admission process.
• Joe (to Ms. Irlwig): St. Hardulph's is more than 3 miles from their residence.  Is the Council obligated to provide transport if the children go there?  Ms. Irlwig: Yes, the Council would offer assistance with transport.  Me: But putting both girls at St. Hardulph's would require us to withdraw Elise from the Junior School.  Joe (nods).
• Jim: What will you do if your appeal is not upheld?  Me: I'll take my begging bowl to each school in the table I've provided, and I'll ask them for help.  uncomfortable silence
• Jane: How long has Charis been out of school?  Me: She finished the term at her school in the US in December.  Jane: So she's been out of school more than a month.  Me: Yes.
• Ms. Irlwig: You are renting this house in Melbourne?  Me: Rolls-Royce is renting it on our behalf.  Ms. Irlwig: For how long?  Me: Our assignment is for 18 months, so it would be for Charis to do the second half of Year 1 and all of Year 2.

Jim: If there are no more questions, I invite Ms. Irlwig to make the closing argument for the Council.

Ms. Irlwig: The school is full and admitting Charis would compromise efficient education.

Jim: Dr. Collins, do you have anything to say in closing?

Me: No, everything has been said.

Jim: Do you feel you've had a fair hearing?

Me (silently): The question isn't whether I had a fair hearing or not.  It is what happens to Charis if she doesn't get accepted, what happens to Elise if she has to move schools, and what happens to our family if Kristine picks up a whole bunch more commuting.
Me (out loud): Yes.

Jill: As I said in the hall, the panel will make their decision this afternoon.  We will put a letter with the decision in first class post tomorrow morning.  If your appeal is not upheld, the letter will include information about how to consider your next steps.

Our experience of the appeal is obviously through the lens of Charis being admitted to the Infant School.  I'm not sure what my thoughts would have been if the appeal was rejected and we had to find other schooling options.  That said, here are the key things I've thought about.

• Should I have said something in closing?  This question was worthy of 200 g of Bournville while driving home, and something that I woke up several times during the night wondering.  I pondered this with a colleague on the drive into work the next day.  He told me he also said nothing for his closing case, but that his silent answer was clasped hands and "Please, please take my son!"  That's pretty much how I felt.  I think I didn't believe that an eloquent closing statement would make any difference.  I wanted my last encounter with the decision process, regardless of how it turned out, to have been on an even keel.
• Is centralized control helpful?  One of the things that struck me was how many times people would tell me that the schools have no say in the admission process.  Everything is decided by the Council, or by the Appeals Panel.  I don't know if this reflects some broader element of British society.  The idea that you respond to a system being stressed by increasing central control is certainly a popular one at Rolls-Royce where I work.  I can understand why somebody would decide to centralize control in the context of a population explosion, influx of students with schools that lack capacity to accept them, and and physical infrastructure that presents limited expansion possibilities.  I'm skeptical that it's working particularly effectively, but I'm also not sure what a different operating model would look like.
• Don't I have a right to see my child attend the school of my choice?  This theme came up quite often when I talked with American colleagues who've gone through the process of getting their children into Derby area schools.  Even when, as in our case, there's a "happy ending" to the story, the lack of control is both troubling and frustrating.  This gets amplified when your child gets placed in a school that you don't believe is particularly good.
• The appeal is a rite of passage for living in Melbourne.  We haven't met a family yet with multiple children in the schools who didn't have to appeal to get their younger child into either the Junior or Infant school.  It's almost like you're not part of the community who has moved to Melbourne (and who all seem to love living here) until you've gone through the appeal process.

• I hear what you're saying, but I'm not going to do anything differently.  I will, however, offer  words of comfort to let you know we're part of the same crowd now.  This is another theme from my dissertation that I keep circling around.  John Weeks, in his ethnography titled Unpopular Culture, organized how and why people complain into the 2x2 matrix above.  His point was that complaints serve social functions far beyond actually making a change.  In fact, they are largely a measure of cultural skill.  If as an outsider, you are able to complain about something in a culturally appropriate manner, the insiders may accept you as one of them.  Of course, that acceptance doesn't mean they expect anything to change.  You're just part of the crowd now.  At this point in our secondment, we have not learned the culturally appropriate way to complain about weather in the UK, because we are too busy celebrating all the snow and freezing temperatures that we left behind in Indiana.  So we are cultural outsiders when it comes to talking about the weather.  Going through the appeal has helped us become cultural insiders, at least as far as some aspects of schooling go.  See my previous point about rites of passage.
• Nobody really knows the whole story.  This is a growing topic of discussion in the Systems Engineering community.  What do you do with systems that are so complex, no single person understands all the interactions?  Aircraft engines are just one example of this being an increasingly common challenge.  The truth is that nobody really knows how to work within, and more importantly, how to control, these systems.
• Theatrical exchange of coded information: The exchange between Ms. Irlwig and Joe about distance from home to school and whether the Council has to provide transport is one example.  They both obviously understood the issue.  I didn't.  The exchange between Ms. Irlwig and me about placement in other schools if an application was rejected is another.  She obviously knew what the conditions were for the Council placing applicants elsewhere.  I clearly didn't.  Theatrical exchanges and codes are okay when there's a shared understanding of the issue at stake.  Codes may arguably be a more efficient way to exchange information.  I don't think they help when that shared understanding doesn't exist.  And that shared understanding rarely exists when people encounter complex systems.
• "Tell me all the facts so I can make a decision."  This is another common statement (usually uttered in frustration) that has been exchanged among American secondees who've been through the experience of finding schools for their children in Derby.  Unfortunately, that's impossible.  Because of the previous bullet point.

I included this picture of Charis teaching herself to read in an earlier blog post.  One highlight of the whole appeal process was that Saturday when I got to watch Charis, with some help from a very excited older sister and two equally excited parents, read this letter from the Council.

The second highlight was this sight, which greeted me the following Tuesday morning (Charis's first day at school) at 7 am.