We are struggling with the school we chose 2 years ago. Raise your hand if it’s normal when...
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The next year begins, fall 2017. This time, another set of instructions arrive, six pages, single-spaced, no translation. The school prides itself on being international. You let it go. After the ordeal you’ve been through, you just don’t want to be seen to complain.
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The kids transfer to the big campus, which means that parents are not allowed to walk them to school. They share this campus with everyone between 6-18. A lot of them are a lot more apprehensive than they were going to pre-school. In the first week, you see a young boy in your child’s class being escorted onto campus by his grandparents; he has only arrived in England a few weeks beforehand. A young girl, who does not speak the language his grandparents do, is physically attempting to obstruct their efforts to walk him to his class. She is instantly defensive and pointlessly belligerent. This sort of encounter is particularly painful for parents to witness, given the school’s policy of appointing students who are teenagers themselves, to make sure that parents do not walk their children to school. The child is clearly distressed. Later in the year, your child is late coming out of karate, as are most other children. You have to pick up his bicycle from the racks at the back of the campus. The gate has been locked. You dash to the front gate before that, too, can be locked, and ask the young man supervising if you might cross the campus to collect the bike, so it isn’t locked in over the weekend. He is in conversation with a teacher. Both of them gave you quite a stern look and a dismissive speech about rules, etc. Your son is witnessing all of this.
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Another mother reports to you that she has spent the entire year attempting - without success - to contact her son’s class teacher on email. He’s in another section of the same year. She is a native speaker. She is not able to attend office hours because she works full time. She has sent her au pair into the primary school in person to follow up on regular occasions. She is also a native speaker. The au pair has come to you independently to report that she has been made to feel unwelcome. It is hard to see why this should be the case.
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Despite many pledges to the contrary, translations are the exception that proves the rule. There is a weekly newsletter in which all sections are bilingual, except those that apply to the primary school. You contact the woman in charge of this weekly report, and ask her to have it translated. There are 870 students, many bilingual. There are 1,740 parents, many bilingual. Many have offered to help. She ignores you. You write again. She ignores you. Again. Same. You write, on the last day of school, to inform her that you are filing a formal complaint. Two weeks later, she gets back to you, to state that due to time constraints, nothing will change.
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Discontent is brewing. Another mother writes, in an email to 39 other parents: “It is disappointing though to hear that the school leadership believes that the format where spoken [language] is used in the parents’ evening ‘works well,’ on what basis do they say that? Have they done any parents’ survey? Personally, I left the parents’ meeting in the beginning of year feeling alienated, confused and excluded from my daughter’s education.” In a feat of unintended comedy, the bills sent out to parents are in English.
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Children in year 1 of primary school are assigned homework on a daily basis. At no time throughout the entire year have we been given any information about our children’s homework assignments. One little boy was told by his parents to put his name on his assignments. He countered, in innocence, that it didn’t matter, because no one checked them. And yet, every day that I passed the school on my bicycle, I ran into my son’s class teacher, riding at the neighbouring polo club. The school has yet to respond to this point, which has been raised, many times, by a number of parents.
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The school continues to insist that their method is designed to make children independent. Parents were not told whether they were allowed to attend the Easter Assembly, We were not told whether we were allowed to attend Sports Day. Parents in another class received a message one night at 10pm, asking them to send children into school the following day in pirate costumes. This prompted disbelief and exasperation, since none had pirate costumes handy lying around at home. At a charity run to raise money for refugees, we were told our class would run last. As it transpired, they ran first. Several parents registered dismay.
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Faced with the foregoing debacles, I raised a number of concerns, in a series of emails, to the school. I cc’d all the parents in our class. The school’s only response, was to threaten to expel my son. This is what we were told in a meeting with the headmaster, the morning of the end-of-year picnic. The reason we were given, is that a number of parents complained about my emails. The husband of our designated class representative — a lady who did little by way of representing us — called me “disgusting” in an email circulated to the parents of all my son’s friends. I went to the picnic afterwards and sat at the edge of the field and watched the kids play. We contacted Ofsted before, and afterwards. They responded the same day.
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We have written to the head of the primary school. She has yet to acknowledge us. We’ve never met her.
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Another mother pointed me toward a review of the school on another site, called “Check-a-School”. The title? “Avoid.” That might be apt, if my son were willing. He’s sadly reluctant.
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My husband and I finally have a huge fight. My point to him? If this is what it means to be from his country, I don’t want my son to learn to behave this way. We’ve looked at other schools in the area. There is a British state primary 5 minutes from us, directly adjacent to the school we attend. The cosmic irony is, it bears a plaque at the entrance, proclaiming that the school “was destroyed by enemy action in 1943.”
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I am in the midst of writing a book about Brexit, and why the British, faced with obvious economic loss and potential catastrophe, are still adamant about leaving the EU. I began work on it at Deutsche Bank, first in New York, then in London. What began as an economic analysis, became a human interest story. All of the faults that Brexiteers have attributed to Brussels, exist in microcosm at the school: unaccountable officials, a lack of transparency, and contempt for differing opinions. Yet we are the people to whom the school is ultimately accountable.
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What appeared to be a utopian project, involving happy children, low fees, and commuters on bicycles, has become a saga in which pre-schoolers have been bullied; families like ours have been threatened for speaking out; and class teachers have been observed riding at the Polo Club, yet do not grade homework. I think this story is ripe for reporting, if only to compel the school to step outside its bubble, and take some accountability for its relationship with us, the people to whom it sends its bills, who have entrusted it with our children.