Most parents are Francophile. French mothers are thin, chic and wear velvet-covered hairbands. They wear a lot of navy and are still tanned from various holidays. The men wear pink shirts and carry expensive looking satchels that look suspiciously like handbags. Other English mums don't come, having the choice to send in their French husbands.
I'm on my own as usual. I scan the hallways for the next teacher. We have appointments at 15 minute intervals.
Then came a long evening with a selection of teachers saying that my teenager is lazy, arrogant, rude, doesn't work, doesn't listen, is overly physical with boys in school etc.
Some of this criticism was in French.
"Elle ne travaille pas."
"Elle ne participe pas".
Worse, considering all the years and money I have spent in ensuring she gets a bilingual education:
"Elle ne parle pas le francais".
The real low point came when her male music teacher, almost sobbing, said that boys were 'bluetoothing' nude photographs of themselves to her mobile phone. In class. Great.
Everybody else seems to have perfect kids.
