I have been assured that the math teacher will not be there next year.
I have been assured that Eldest, and her entire grade, will have the best math teacher in the school next year.
I have been assured that the head of studies will look into all the issues.
I have been assured that the head will speak to the Spanish teacher.
I have been assured that he will call me to tell me what has happened.
I have been assured that he will speak to the teachers about demanding that the students produce printed-from-a-computer homework for next day. It is a PUBLIC school. They don't ALL have computers!
I actually was openly scornful when he suggested that teenagers would tell their teachers that their parents were too poor to buy a computer. Viciously, openly scornful.
I have been assured that if I circumvent the official system of putting a note in the student's agenda for the teacher, and instead phone for an appointment, the teacher in question will call me back. (That didn't happen today by the way)
I actually accused the Spanish teacher of laziness.
I actually said that the Spanish teacher wasn't doing his job which, as a refresher, is teaching.
I actually said that the what has happened this year with the math course is a mass of stupidities.
I actually said that the math teacher does not appear to be able to do her job.
I actually asked why she didn't get mentoring.
I didn't actually slap myself on the forehead and shout, "DUH" when he said that maybe that would be a good idea.
I actually said that mentoring and supervision is something that should have gone on a long time ago.
I actually said that the current system of communication with the parents is totally inadequate, and that something needed to be changed on an institutional level.
I actually didn't mention the word racism when he said that we weren't really immigrants because we are not from Morocco or Africa. (An all too common sentiment)
I actually did, clearly, state that we are indeed immigrants just like everyone else who has come here....it is not a dirty word.
I actually feel moderately, temporarily, warily patient.
If only his handshake had not been so extremely damp and weak, and if he had shaken hands with more than the ends of his fingers; like wobbling sun-warmed slimy jellied seaweed stalks.
I am also deeply disturbed by the heavy police violence against student protesters at the University of Barcelona today. As one of the Professors said...it is an image we had hoped was past: police entering a University, armed and riot protected, police blocking doors to a University, police violently attacking students at the University.
The head of the university ordered the police in.
....overnight there were more protests, the police violence has continued. Along with many many students, bystanders and journalists have been injured as well.