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Admission in the Convent School

Priyanka was a neighbour who had children the same age as my two elder ones.  She quickly befriended me and our kids became friends too.  She was extremely keen on getting her daughter (the same age as my son) into a convent school and arranged all kinds of coaching classes for the little one much to my amazement.  She was extremely confident that the child would walk the entrance examination.  Her daughter was not selected for the school, much to Priyanka's disappointment.  The little girl got into the same school as my Neil did, a public school with a great reputation, but Priyanka's heart was broken.

"Christians always get admission in convent schools," she said to me one day, in a bitter tone, "no matter how weak they are in studies."

"Well, why not?" I exclaimed in surprise.  "Christian schools are for Christian children, mainly to educate them in the Christian way of life.  Academics actually come second.  When there are left over places, the children of other communities can try for the remaining places."

For some reason, she seemed to think that convent schools are superior. I don't.  It is true that my two daughters are both in a convent but my sons are in a multi-denominational public schools.  I wanted my daughters to attend a convent school because that school was founded by Irish nuns long ago.  I'm too sentimental I suppose.

One day Priyanka dropped in to visit me.  To her utter surprise, she saw the principal of the desired convent school sitting in my drawing room.  The lady was Irish, just like me and she had just visited Dublin.  She met my mother who gave her a few gifts for me.  This was the purpose of the visit.  I invited Priyanka to meet the principal, a kind Irish nun, and mentioned that Priyanka and her daughter had appeared for the interview for the school.

Sister Maureen regretted that she had been unable to take the child at that time, but she promised that if a place was vacated, she would consider Priyanka's daughter.  She just asked Priyanka to keep in touch with her.

Priyanka did keep in touch and within a year, her daughter secured a place in the school.  She was so pleased.  I wouldn't have liked her to be bitter as a result of her daughter's inability to get into the convent.  So all ended well.

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