Can you help me out? I’m working on a little project and your expertise is needed.
Especially if you are an English speaking foreigner living in Spain, I need your input.
Are your kids in public school in Andalucial? Tell me all the questions you have ever had about your school. What are the things you didn’t know when you started? What information did you search in vain for? What details do you wish someone had told you?
Do you still stratch your head sometimes? What parts of the system baffle, frustrate or bore you? What parts of Spanish public school do you appreciate?
I really want to know. Let’s share notes and swap lies. Please, please, PLEASE leave me a comment below. And then, if you are curious, I’ll tell you what I am up to.
Perhaps I have rose-colored glasses coloring my school memories, but I always thought primary school teachers were slightly frumpy, motherly types. And on TV at least, the mothers that helped on class field trips were the Parent Association Alpha Moms. You know the ones, wet wipe quick draw artists well versed in cereal ingredient lists.
This little group blew that stereotype all to hell. (That’s my retired school teacher aunt and Río
gawking observing on the left.)
The fellow checking his cell phone and smoking a cigarette was supervising a class of 8 year olds. The two other fellows are the parental assistant team. The three of them held down the park bench and guarded the pile of backpacks while the kids ran wild for an hour. They didn’t move or talk to the kids once, until Tie-Guy shouted “Vámonos” and headed for the gate.
But that wasn’t the end of their extracurricular educational experience. We saw them later at McDonalds.