Hillyfield Primary Academy
99-101 Higham Hill Rd, London E17 6ED, United Kingdom
4.2
25 reviews
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HXV8+39 London, United Kingdom
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Monday: 8–16
Tuesday: 8–16
Wedneasday: 8–16
Thursday: 8–16
Friday: 8–16
Saturday: Close
Sunday: Close
Tuesday: 8–16
Wedneasday: 8–16
Thursday: 8–16
Friday: 8–16
Saturday: Close
Sunday: Close
The office staff are some of the nicest ladies you’ll meet but they save this school’s bacon.
I made my way towards the hill, which, by the way was artificial, giving a sense of a desperate attempt to make the school look good, only succeeding in helping kids who were running hurt themselves more on fake plasticky grass, more so than a soft real lush green grass.
Despite the gates opening at 15:03, we were made to wait until 15:09 (really appreciating the lack of 5s and 0s…), making me loose 6 minutes of my time, successfully managing to make me extremely bored, and glance into the sky (as there was nothing remotely interesting that kids could have played with).
As soon as the doors opened, a unpleasantly strong smell hit me in the face, and heating so hot it felt as though I was going from the Artic to the desert. A nicely dressed woman, face slightly touched with make up met me, and first thing she asked me was my age.
If that wasn’t rude enough, she proceeded to tell me I “wasn’t old enough”, and made me wait while she “called the office”, despite the fact that she stayed there (another 5 minutes wasted), and called names out.
Then, that didn’t seem enough for her, and she proceeded to tell me to go to the office, despite the fact that I did not know where the office was, and then left me there, flabbergasted. With the help of some nice staff, I managed to get there, somehow, only to my dismay told me that I couldn’t pick my brother up, being told the same damned reason, that I was “too young”.
Then the office woman called the headmaster/deputy head, who looked at me and asked me “how old are you?”. I would have appreciated at the very least if he started with an introduction and a “hello”, as well as a valid explanation rather than “you’re too young”.
After that journey all that I gained from it was anger, rage and a wasted 20 minutes (approximately, as I had to wait for the door to open, wait for the office lady finish whatever the hell she was doing, as at that time it seemed very quiet and being “served”).
With some help and actual helpfulness, this could be an excellent school.