I dreamed of a school ...
Where the boys would be the nail polish and girls play soccer ... and vice versa. Where we could go dressed as Superman or fairy take his violin and play three notes of the piano in the lobby like that in passing.
A school where every child would feel so valued for what it is he would not hesitate to turn to stress successes friends. Where each "big" would be responsible for a younger like a big family. Which would give the love of reading through storytelling. Improv games where parties and werewolves are in the program. Where they learn by following a notice to mount a Swedish furniture, making the dough, to recycle, not to overeat, to communicate, to count, tell
... A school where dreams of big projects: mount a play, go skiing on a school day, replace the asphalt of the courtyard with grass and trees, from Mexico ... and where one can perform.
A school where the teacher seems like a stroke of heart: I like going to school because I learn every day.
A school where parents are welcome to share what they love, help the teacher to care for a small group in trouble, or simply be there to see their child grow. Where parent-teacher meetings would turn in circles around a table (cheese and wine) to decide together what strategy to adopt to help children to go further in their learning.
A school where children shod enough confidence to let them choose, negotiate, argue ... decide. Where respect is a fundamental value. Respect does not rhyme with authority but with live in society. The relationship to the other and self as a bet on the future, a challenge.
... I dreamed there was.
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