News & Weekly Letters

Last night, I attended a reception organized by our friends at Léman Manhattan to welcome–or make one last attempt to win over–the parents of students who have been accepted into their high school for 2025-2026. Our partnership is going from strength to strength; I clinked glasses with many parents from The École (which, I’m not afraid to say, remains the gold standard when it comes to hosting social gatherings!) because all of our 8th Grade students who applied to Léman have been accepted.

I am writing to you today from Nashville, where this year’s NAIS (National Association of Independent Schools) conference for heads of school is taking place. It’s an important annual event that I have wanted to attend ever since starting at The École, but there are always so many other things to do that it was complicated to imagine not being at school, so I kept postponing it—until this year, when I finally took the plunge.

As I already mentioned here, February 14, five years ago, was the day I wrapped up my interviews for the position of head of school at The École. It remains an important date for me, an opportunity to reflect on the journey I have taken. To mark the occasion, Andria and I will have dinner tonight in the same restaurant we bustled into in 2020, and we’ll toast the upcoming February break.

It’s time for me to take a small step back to semester one and thank the parents and staff who took the time to complete the first round of satisfaction surveys of this school year. We’ve analyzed the results–a huge thank you to Christophe, whose insights are always so enlightening–in order to better understand what you like and what you don’t like so much about The École. This feedback, along with the input I get from parents during my monthly breakfasts, helps us continue to improve our school and make it an even better fit for you.

As you may know, I started this week in Florida, in St. Pete, to be exact—a name that conjures up images of sun, sea, and sand. And it’s true the weather is definitely milder there. For example, the sun is so strong that everyone eats lunch in the shade, which makes you feel like you haven’t flown two and a half hours by plane but rather time traveled 6 months and landed smack bang in the middle of July. But since I was in St. Pete for work, I spent the vast majority of my time in an impersonal conference room (in a few years, I won’t remember the time or the place when I look for my face in the group photo misleadingly taken around the swimming pool).