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Are Jewish schools worth the drive?

A place at a Jewish school for your child - a gateway to their success, or a school run from hell? Josh Howie weighs up the pros and cons

September 14, 2020 11:09
Accept a place at a Jewish school -  and you'll be driving them to school every day
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In retrospect there are many moments you can recognise shaping your life, but few shout out their import as they’re occurring: an accepted proposal of marriage, a birth, a Jewish school calling with a last-minute place. When the last of these happened, our family were attending a picnic for the impending Reception year of the school my son was meant to be attending, 30 seconds from our home, surrounded by a bunch of neighbours and friends we’d known for years whose children were also in the same class. Consequently I screamed less than at those former two events.

I pulled my wife to the side, urgently whispering the news. We had an hour to decide. Huddled together in the corner we tripped over the pros and cons, our subterfuge itself highlighting a giant con — we’d be hypocrites betraying our middle-class liberal friends and shared middle-class liberal values, which had previously made us feel so good about our choices. Except now, we actually had a choice.

PRO. He’d be learning another language. Hebrew or not, it still developed that region of the brain. CON. I’d have to drive him. PRO. The headmaster had a visionary approach to future-proofing his students. CON. We’d just bought the uniform. PRO. We’d be in the first batch of parents to attend the new school, helping to influence the kind of learning environment we wanted for our children. CON. I wasn’t sure that influence would extend to getting them to adopt the uniform I’d just purchased.

It’s been seven years since making our hasty retreat from that picnic with a “See you later suckers!”, throwing caution and uniform to the wind. But even with our eldest starting Jewish secondary school, and our fourth at Jewish primary, I still occasionally doubt my decision. In fact with a school run that ended up taking two hours every day, ten hours a week, 390 hours a year, a total of 195 days by the time I’m done, you could say I doubt more than occasionally.