My husband took him. It was a DSS school. Not our top choice, more of a practice run, but a real one.
In a sea of local parents, my husband counted exactly one other non-Chinese parent in that hall. DSS schools get thousands of applications and the waiting lists are enormous. We are a family where English is my son’s stronger language and his Cantonese is there, but basic. I knew all of this, and I sent him in anyway, because I am over-confident and I was playing it cool.
The report back: a few tears when they took him into the interview room. Then 30 minutes later he came out laughing and jumping, with stickers all over his shirt.
Honestly, I was thrilled. Tears at the door, stickers at the exit. I’ll take it.
DSS sits outside POA. You apply straight to the school, on the school’s own timetable and rules, not through the government lottery. That’s why the dates feel random and why every school is different.
Language is usually Cantonese and English, sometimes Putonghua. Being able to answer in both is a plus, but schools that take non-Chinese-speaking children know exactly what a 5-year-old’s Cantonese sounds like. Fluent in neither is more common than you think.
Questions you may get: why this school. How would you describe your child. How do you handle a meltdown. How do you help with learning at home. What does a weekend look like. Sometimes, how you’d support Chinese at home, which for our family is the real question.