News & Weekly Letters

The end of the year is fast approaching, and the top 10 best-of-everything lists are everywhere. Today, it’s my turn to share my perfectly subjective top 10 with you – my top 10 best memories of 2023 (in no particular order!

I’ve said it before and’ll say it again: a school should be a memory-making machine.  For its students, of course, but for the adults in the community, too! We should also have the right to experience moments we will treasure for years. Ever since I started out as an educator, I have strived to organize and contribute to motivating projects for students that I can enjoy as well.  I have always considered it a recipe for success, which probably explains why I love my job so much!

When it comes to leading a school, there are several indicators that a head must keep on their radar. These indicators vary according to context; in many schools throughout the States, one of the most crucial gauges is the amount raised through fundraising. Michael, Coco and Gala’s dad, told me recently that the majority of my counterparts in New York (aka fundraisers-in-chief) spend their evenings soliciting fat checks from families—I don’t envy them for a second.

I made a quick reference to today’s topic toward the end of a letter sent at the start of the school year–it’s time for The École to devise a new strategic plan and a new vision for the future. Fear not; bilingualism and multiculturalism will remain at the heart of our project, but it is time for us to define more clearly the skills and competencies we wish our students to develop–with the trifold objective of integrating those skills and competencies into our curricula at every level, putting projects in place that promote them, and being in a position to effectively measure the progress we make.

Let me be frank: the decision to close school for two days for the parent-teacher conferences (PTCs) will probably not feature in my top 10 most popular decisions ever. My ears are burning in a record-breaking fashion—and being an incurable hypochondriac, I’m beginning to worry I’ve got a ruptured eardrum.