Weekly Letter from Jean-Yves - Feedback on Feedback
This week and last I’ve found myself faced with the same predicament – where am I going to find the time to write this letter? My schedule is so tightly packed lately that, beyond trying to squeeze in as many meetings as possible between a conference in Houston that ran until Tuesday and a social gathering that featured some unscheduled dancing on Thursday night, I barely have the time to collect my thoughts nevermind keep you posted on everything we’re working on.
Weekly Letter from Jean-Yves - Coffee & Conversation
This morning, I had the pleasure of welcoming parents for our first p’tit déj – a breakfast event that will take place every month until the end of the year. It was an excellent opportunity for me to take the pulse of the school and to identify the issues that matter to our families – what they worry about, what they are happy with, what disappoints them, what they like, and what they like a little less.
Weekly Letter from Jean-Yves - Reading & Friendship
Reading is a friendship, according to Proust, and I am very grateful for the friendship so many of you extended to us this week by coming into our classes and reading to our students. The children loved listening to you, and I hope that all the readers – parents and colleagues alike – enjoyed the experience too!
Weekly Letter from Jean-Yves - Passionate and Fascinating
It’s enrollment season at The École, which means my schedule is teeming with meetings with prospective families who wish to enroll their child(ren) in our school. As you know, there are fewer spaces available this year than last, but we have just as many applicants. As we say in admissions lingo, it’s tough! The question that I am most often asked at the moment is “What type of children are you looking for?”
Weekly Letter from Jean-Yves - Twenty Happy New Years
I began my teaching career 20 years ago in a middle school in the South of France. To be perfectly frank, it got off to a shaky start. My teaching wasn’t quite up to scratch, my students weren’t exactly enthusiastic, the university classes I attended twice a week were grueling and my tutor, although lovely, was demanding; by the time the weekend rolled around, all I wanted to do was decompress and think about something else.