This week I felt the full force of the French educational system. Olivia had some homework about the origins of the French flag, Marianne and other French national symbols.
If I had been a contestant on ‘Who wants to be a millionaire’ I would have been disqualified. Not only did I have to phone a friend, I had to look online (for hours), ask my husband and look in an encyclopedia. And even after all that we apparently got some of it wrong.
On the way home from school last night Olivia was telling me about some things they had learnt at school about our village. I added some knowledge of my own.
“Mummy,” she said looking at me with a mixture of impatience and pity. “I really don’t think you know more than my teacher. He is a teacher after all.”
Does he knw that pink is the new black? That Laura Mercier has just launched a new water soluble all-in-one cleanser and toner? I don’t think so.
This is a man who told them last week that Father Christmas doesn’t exist. Clearly he knows nothing at all.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2008