well, i had no idea that enrolling alice in primary school would be so difficult. the international school we liked doesn't accept february babies, they ignore the moratti law and think younger kids aren't mentally sophisticated. pure bullshit, it depends on kids, of course. i'd like the director to spend a few hours with alice. i'm sure she could teach him lots.
plan b now is pretty confused. all private schools are run by nuns here. even if some teachers are not nuns, we're talking about religious institutes. i'm afraid i've to exclude them, because i'm against that lobby. the italian community in slovenia has very good schools in the main cities of the border, i like them but they don't offer english in the first 2 years, so that's a con. there're public schools to look at now. a very good one adopting the montessori system is in the port area. we'll try that one. finges crossed for my girl, hey!
on a different note, i read the local newspaper il piccolo this morning, while having breakfast at the bar near the school after leaving alice and cueing at the post office for a good hour -argh! nutella croissant and latte macchiato are delights for my moody days. they were not enough to instill me good vibes, though.
controversial news about the mafia informant who accused our prime minister of being the instigator of the bombs that killed 10 people in rome, florence and milan in 1993 were covered by another education related news. american student amanda knox and her italian boyfriend raffaele sollecito were condemned to 26 and 25 years of prison. together with rudy gere, already sentenced to 30 years, they're guilty of strangling and suffocating their friend meredith kercher, a british student who resisted their sex game in perugia.
it must be such a shock to send your child to school abroad and they don't come back. how can you get over this? as a mother of the victim i'd be devastated. not just by the death but by the nature of it, the brutality of it, the violence of it. on the other hand, i'd probably be completely convinced of my baby's innocence, too, like amanda's mother is. i'd have problems to accept the portrait of her as a twisted and diabolical sexual huntress. to me, my baby would still be the person i know: an outdoorsy seattle college girl who got good grades, liked yoga, soccer and rockclimbing, partied occasionally and kept extra condoms in her bag just in case. so what?