LivingInLyon

Hello.... are there any forward thinkers out there in the French Education System?????

Each day I am greeted with some new edict that seems to be beyond my comprehension.

Last week, only a few weeks into the start of the new school year, the new director of a Lyonnaise college/Lycee has put into action some really wonderful ideas - absolutely condusive to making going to school a wonderful experience - never to be forgotten!

Maybe this is an edict straight from the new Department of Education National  - who are apparantly out to modernise and improve the current system - good luck!

School is open between 7:30 to 8:00 am for those starting classes at 8:00 am (more about this one later...)

If you arrive late - bad luck - you can stand out in the rain and freezing cold (no shelter provided anywhere near the school) and WAIT until the school re-opens its doors at 8:50am......

Bad luck if your train or bus is late (SNCF/TER don't really have a great record - and we haven't even started with the strikes yet this year....!). 

The SNCF office actually has a section which provides late notes for students using its services so that they don't get reprimanded for tardiness....very forward thinking, don't you think?

Bad luck if you have a cold, bad luck if it's dark....

Last year there was an alarming increase in attacks on students coming to and leaving school - new security measures where put in place, many meetings were held with the Police and school administration and angry parents.....

and now...???

The kids can just hang around or go wander around and we can just wait for another attack.. very forward thinking!

The school has areas within the school where kids who are not in class can sit - undercover, dry and safe - but why oh why should they be available to students in the morning??? I've got no idea have you?

Another novel idea is that kids who arrive late in lycee are not allowed to enter their classroom - they have to miss the entire class. Bad luck if your train or bus is late. Bad luck if you have been sitting in traffic for an hour and a half trying to get your kids to school. Bad luck if you have a valid excuse. Bad luck if you had an exam that morning....

 Of course, you could leave earlier to try to get to school on time - but then - you will have to wait outside in the rain/snow/wind and freezing cold if you get to school in 10 minutes - afterall,  the doors are not open between 8:00 and 8:50!

 What a dilema... it seems that the system continues on its weary path of being negative instead of positive - this is the way it works here in French education!

Now... starting early - good idea to counter the problem of not enough physical space in the school - stagger school hours.. but wait..... no, the kids still have to do a WHOLE day at school - that is, they finish at 16:30 for college and much later for Lycee..... even if you start at 8:00 or 7:30am!!! Then, don't give them lunch until 13:40pm.

The teachers don't understand why the kids are inattentive, sleepy and fidgety......????

I think that these working conditions are actually illegal out in Public enterprise! Maybe someone for the work ethics department should do a Time and Motion study? That would be interesting. But knowing the French love of paperwork and redtape - we wouldn't hear about the results for a very, very long time, if at all!

There's my big moan for the week!

Hope that there will be something happier to report soon....

 

 

 

 

Below is an extract from a newsletter covering a recent Tauck safari in Tanzania. There is a link to photos at the end of the newsletter.

 

 

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From the crest of a 1,200-foot hillside, I'm looking down at the Great Rift Valley, a geological wonder that stretches from the Middle East to Mozambique, in southeastern Africa. The valley is 4,000 miles long and 30 to 40 miles wide and is visible from the surface of the moon.

For 35 million years, the Arabian tectonic plate that includes easternmost Africa and the African tectonic plate that includes the rest of the continent have been drifting apart, forming this valley (which continues to widen) and resulting in the volcanic activity that created Mount Kilimanjaro, Mount Meru and others. If the plate movement continues for a few million years more, East Africa will separate from the rest of the continent and form a new landmass.

On our drive from Tarangire, we stopped at a Maasai elementary school. The Maasai are among the largest and best known of Tanzania's 120 tribes, famous for their colorful clothes and their resistance to all things modern.

The school was in dire need of virtually everything, and Tauck had suggested we bring supplies such as pens, pencils and paper. We placed our gifts in a pile in the dirt parking lot as the teachers came out to greet us. There were half a dozen concrete buildings housing nearly 300 children in first through seventh grades, with only five teachers.

There is no electricity anywhere on campus, so no lights and no bells. There are no books--lessons are written on the blackboard and scribbled into the single notebook each student possesses. There is no school bus, and the parents of the children do not own cars, so the children walk to school and back each day, rain or shine, as much as 10 miles each way. Some leave for school in the dark every morning and reach home after dark in the evening.

Many of the students have no food to bring with them, so every day the school prepares porridge made from corn in a concrete shelter, enough to feed everyone. The sight of that meal helped us appreciate the struggle that these kids must endure to obtain an education.

In Tanzania, children speak their tribal language at home, but in elementary school, they must learn (and are taught in) the national language, Swahili. They learn English as a subject until the seventh grade, and those that manage to stay past that age are taught in English from that point on.

Due in part to their nomadic lifestyle, only a minority of the Maasai have attended public school, so it is difficult to convince them to send their children there. The annual cost of public school--about $20--is also a barrier to many. By the seventh grade, the number of girls in class falls sharply, as most are forced into marriage by that age--generally to a man who is older by at least a generation.

We toured the school and visited a class of fourth graders. Judging by all the wide eyes staring back at us, we must have looked as strange as giraffes (no, stranger) clomping into the room with our cameras and watches and sunglasses and safari clothes.

The children sang to us in English and showed us their notebooks, and we congratulated them on their fine work with words they could not understand. We asked them their names and showed them where we lived on the world map, and gradually, their shyness began to melt away.

We took their pictures, and they crowded around our cameras to see their own images. Most seemed shocked to see themselves. My wife showed one curious young boy how to use her camera, then showed him the picture he had taken, which set off a stampede of giggling, 10-year-old photographers.

There were many peals of laughter in that damp, concrete bunker on one day in June, and hardly a dry eye in our safari truck as we pulled back onto the highway.

Later that night, on the hard floors of tiny huts made of grass, mud and cow dung, the children of the Maasai would tell the story of the funny white people (wazungu) who had come to call.

 

To view photos click on the link below: 

Safari photos